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ONE PIECE CHARACTERS REACT TO "I want a baby"

(if someone already did this my bad. i just had an ephiphany)

Luffy

Zoro

Nami

Usopp

Sanji

Robin

Franky

Ace

Law

Shanks

that was a good read

The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you.

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk X FemReader

Healthy mix of Angst and Fluff.

Buggy

"You two get your asses down now!" You yelled, trying to stop the two blue haired boys from destroying the restaurant further. Your two identical twins sons where only 11 years old but they were trouble- Double Trouble as everyone called them. Benny and Danny, who had given themselves the Nicknames of Bee and Dee- cause of course they did.

It wasnt just their dramatic tendencies, destructive nature or lack of volume control that made them silkar to a know pirate but also their appearance Who was non other then- Buggy the Clown. While they did lack the trademarked rounded red nose. They did get almost everything else- Long nlue locks, watercolor eyes and that crooked smile of theirs- it really wasn't fair how your genes didn't even have a chance-

It hasn't exactly been your best of moments when you conceived your children- Having been a performer on the famous pirate ship you ended up sleeping with your Captian one night on his Silly Throne. A few weeks later you started to feel unwell and realized you had been pregnant. In a moment of panic you fled the ship the next time it docked- Running from your Crew and Captian to never be seen again.

Once realizing you were on your own. You did what you could to make a living- opening a flashy little restaurant and using it to raise your two trouble makers. Dee running past you with a giggle snapped you from your thoughts, frowning as you set down your customers order infront of them before following the boy.

"Mom Mom! Look!" Bee yelled as he stood on one of the tables pointing out the window of the restaurant at the open ocean, Dee taking his place next to his twin. You walked closer to see what your son was looking at, the fog being thick that night as you tried to focus on what he was seeing.

Squinting your eyes you finally saw it- a Ship. As your eyes focused you saw the Jolly Roger and gasped, Ice feeling like it ran through your vain. You grabbed the boys quickly and backed away from the window. As if on cue the alarms set to alert that pirates had arrived. The sounds of canons hitting the town soon peirced through the alarms and the whole town erupted in chaos. You rush from the windows to the back of your restaurant.

Rushing down the stairs you knew Buggy and the crew would level the town to ashes. The best place to hid being the cellar, while it was small it would hopefully keep you and your boys safe. "Mom what's happening!?" Dee cried as he did his best to keep up with your fast pace. You didn't bother responding as you rushed to the old underground cellar lifting the rug and opened its little door.

"Mom I don't want to go down there!" Bee cried as you lowered him in the cellar first, Dee following soon after as you tried to sooth them.

"I know I know my loves, But do as I say- Stay quiet and-"

You paused as you heard the sound of crashing from out in the dining room followed by screams. Quickly you climbed in with your boys and lowered the wooden door of the cellar above you and frantically tried to place the rug so it fell onto it before plunging you and your sons in darkness.

You sat there shaking, holding your boys close to your chest as you heard the sound of someone walking towards you. Your hands shaking as you held them closer, feeling the moisture of your sons tears soaking into your dress.

You heard the sound of footsteps starting to search the room above you. Previously looking for valuables or anything interesting-

"Captian! I found the liquor!" The voice above you called out, Clearly grabbing the cases of rum that sat in the room above. Heavier footsteps followed into the room, hearing the cackle that made your skin stand up on end.

"Grab it all and whatever people you can find! We have a show tonight afterall!" You heard Buggy voice sound. The crew mate clearly rushing out with the cases while Buggy remained. You heard him turn through the room, ready to leave before his heavy steps landed on the cellar door above you it's old wood groaning at the weight. Your eyes widened as you realized you'd been caught, Without time to react the door was ripped open and you couldn't help but release a scream.

Buggy- In his hands you see his signature blades as he grinned down in the cellar. Reaching down and grabbing you by the hair and yanking you out-

"A new audience memeber!- wait" He raised an eyebrow as he held you up higher by your hair and looked over your crying face. His eyes looking over your face. "I know you... (Y/N)?" He asked questionably before his eyes shot to see a flash of blue dart at him and kick him as another one came to try and pull you from his grasp.

"Let her go!" "LEAVE OUR MAMA ALONE!" Your boys desperately screamed as they weakly tried to attack the man holding you. Buggy dropping you quickly as he stared down at the three of you, You quickly pulling the boys away from him and behind you.

A awkward silence following this as Buggy released a shaky breath before laughing loudly. A insane laugh that had him doubled over, before looking at you again with crazed eyes. A few crew members coming into the room after hearing their Captian laugh, especially at the sight of you, their former crewmate and two boys that looked like their Captian.

"Freaks, Take these three and lock them in my personal Quarters. We got a family reunion!"

Shanks

"Mommy I have Missy Luc-ia ready!" You heard your daughter call out. Setting out the freshly frosted cupcake, onto the countertop, that she was just barely taller then. Smiling down at the bright face before you- She may be only 4 but she was the sweetest girl.

"Thank you Vivian. Can you grab the order list for Mommy?" You ask, getting an exaggerated nod and running off. Her mess of bright red hair bouncing with each step. A little clone of her dad, The famed Shanks 'Red Hair' a former fling of yours.

It had been a nice little relationship you two shared, him coming by every other week to meet with you when his ship restocked. Buying random pastries you knew he bought to get close to you, always complimenting your Baking skills and sweetness. Which ended up to many passionate nights both in your own bed and on Shanks ship. The last time you met, Shanks told you he had to go for a while and didn't know if he's return. Tears shed as you watched him set sail- having the feeling you'd never see him again.

As if the gods had sympathy for you or wanted to use you as a cruel joke you fell pregnant. Giving birth to your daughter who ended up being a Shanks part 2. A giggly and happy baby with unique red hair, while she was a perfect mix of the two of you in terms of face she inherited Shank's smile, hair and eye shape.

As you packed the poorly frosted cupcake that your daughter had made. Ignoring the fingerprints in its frosting- you hit it in the back of the fridge you'd never tell her you couldn't sell it since she had eaten part of her work and replaced it with the true finishes product to be delivered.

As you finished your packing you heard the bell of your bakery door chime.

"Welcome to the Sweet treats bakery, how can I help yo-" the words froze to your lips as you saw Shanks. Eyes wide at seeing him again, it was clear he had delt with some serious wear and tear by how the world seemed to settle on his shoulders a bit more.

"(Y/N) long time no see" He said softly as he stared at you, mentally still trying to process what you were seeing. He stepped forward, Looking ready to explain himself away before the sound of tiny footsteps drew him in- Seeing the little girl holding a notepad with all your orders and running to you. Out of muscle memory you scooped your daughter and placed her on your hip, she smiled at you and held the order book out to you again which you gingerly took.

"Here you go Mommy!" She chimed, Looking at you as she noted your shocked face. Her gaze following the now shocked man, He looked like a breeze could knock him down as he stared at her then you then her again.

"Shes mine isn't she?" Shanks asked, his eyes never leaving the little girl on your hip. Vivian looking at Shank's then you confused at what was taking place. Before you could respond however it seemed Shank's answered his own question. Laughing loudly in utter joy and jumping forward towards you, scaling the countertop like it wasn't even there and crashed his lips against yours happily.

"Ha! I'm a Dad!!" He cheered, Taking his one arm around you and starting to spin you and Vivian who at first was scared. But hearing the giggles from the man started to as well- the two even laughed the same which made the Red Haired man even happier.

"Y-Yes Shanks. She is yours...This is Vivian" You said softly, watching Shanks lean in close to view his daughter. It was like he had found the most amazing treasure in the world and it shone in his eyes.

"Vivian, Such a beautiful name for the most beautiful girl in the world" He said in awe, earning a shy smile from Vivian.

"Vi, This is... this is your Daddy" You say softly, watching Vivian look up at you then back at Shanks. Hesitant at first before holding out her arms tk him, taking the opportunity he scooped her up in his single arm and held her close. Tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at her delicate face, her chubby little fingers touching his face and looking over him.

"You're my Daddy?" She asked innocently. A smile breaking over Shanks face as he nodded and held her close, tears pouring down his face.

"That's right baby girl- I'm your Daddy"

Mihawk

It had been 16 long years since you had laid eyes on Mihawk- a simple one night stand that had long consequences that followed. Your son, your beautiful baby boy who you named Alucare.

It had been at a bar, the two of you drinking and simply talking. Before one thing lead to another in the alleyway next to the bar- You truthfully cringed at the thought of how embarrassing it was to be undone by a few nice words, a charming warlord and some drinks.

"Mother, which one did you want?" Your son asked, snapping you from your thoughts pointing to the fishmongers selection, his emotionless face like a carbon copy of his father's.

Truthfully he looked too much like his damn father- same yellow eyes, black hair, very tall form, stoic face the only thing missing was the facial hair Which you thanked The Gods for since you didn't think you could stare at your one night stands face forever. Alucare did have some differences, he had your nose as well as kept his hair longer. The thick spicy locks hitting the center of his back which you helped him care for. But truthfully that was really it-

You also knew that other people would star long at your boy, a few times Marines having come up to see your son when he was walking to school or going to the market. He knew who his father was, having Marines who had seen him in battle tell him as much. However he never seemed to care, just giving them a frosty look that made them back away before leaving. Whenever you'd brought up the topic of His father he often would sit quietly for a few moments before saying he wasn't interested in such a conversation which you respected.

"Hmm, that one is fresher-" You say sweetly as your boy grabs the fish and plops it in the basket, Handing the merchant the berries.

Always the gentleman he would take your arm in his as the two of you walked. He would hold the heavier baskets and give you only bread or a small bag of fruit. He was too kind as a child, you felt bad at times at how his eyes seemed to know the struggles you had faced when he was born and tried to help you out now that he was older besides your persistence.

"Alucare, I heard from your teachers yoh got very high marks again. Do you want to celebrate? Maybe a nice dinner is in order? Or-"

"It's just a test Mother. No need for so much trouble" He said softly, giving a hint of a smile at his words. You chuckled at him and shook your head. Stubborn too.

You felt your son stop midstep- Glancing up at him as his face turned to stone before your eyes.

"Honey?" You call to him, before following his gaze at what had caught his attention. Across the market a dark figure stood, You immediately felt your heart drop to your stomach as you knew instantly who it was- Mihawk standing there with the same stoic expression as Alucare but his eyes seemed to be a bit wider. Most likely the closest to shock that could come over his face-

You tugged slightly to turn back, not wanting to create a accidental scene but your son clearly had other plans. Instead starting to walk again, His arm still holding yours as he kept his gaze at Mihawk. You expected Alucare to stop infront of Mihawk- a blowup or something but. No.

Alucare just walked past Mihawk- Like he wasn't even there. His face staying forward as no words passed. As you continued to walk you turned to look behind you where you saw Mihawk, he seemed to stagger on his feet like someone had finally peirced him with a blade.. but it seemed to be a invisible one to his heart.

Omegaverse and soulmate aus? How about both? Do you have any thoughts for how mihawk or shanks would react to meeting their soulmate who is an omega? You can run with this however you want to and choose whoever speaks to you most!

Omegaverse under keep reading

SPOILERS for what happens to the Warlords during Wano Arc in Mihawk’s

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Red Hair Shanks:

Name of your soulmate on your wrist, you can catch your partner’s scent on rare occasions

Okay but just imagine Shanks as an apprentice pirate catching himself staring at his left wrist with your name etched on it

He endures (and bullies back) Buggy’s bullying when the clown finds him staring at his wrist during down moments

His captain told him that if he was lucky he could catch the scent of his soulmate

So there was young red hair, tracing the name on his wrist before bringing it up to his nose

Imagine the joy and excitement that leads him to look for his captain to share in the news that he caught a scent that wasn’t his usual salty ocean air

Buggy telling him that he reeks whenever Shanks is grinning after catching it

Tracing your name or gripping his wrist becoming a habit throughout the years

Imagine little Luffy spotting his wrist years later and asking questions since the little one doesn’t have a name on his wrists

Shanks grins and talks to him about soulmates, how someday he’ll meet the person who smells like a rainy night

Imagine Shanks having to comfort the boy after losing his arm but also mourning on his own when he glances down and doesn’t see your name anymore

His alpha dulling his scent in mourning as yours disappeared with his arm

Imagine years later when he reads your name in the newspaper and he has to apologize to his crew when his scent spiked up suddenly

Imagine him having an audience with your captain and your own scent spiking at knowing that you would meet the face behind the name on your wrist… who happened to be a Yonko (not intimidating at all)

His alpha almost choking up when he catches that spike and it hits him how much he missed you without even meeting you

Imagine him brushing your cheek with his hand and grinning at how your combined scents were almost as strong as haki

Imagine him gingerly taking you into his arm and burying his face into your hair, letting himself be intoxicated by your scent, which was stronger now that he had you so close

Imagine him asking for you to come with him so he would never lose you again but leaving the choice entirely up to you

Imagine picking up a new habit of holding your wrist and rubbing his name that was imprinted on your skin

Just soft Shanks excited to meet you again

Dracule Mihawk:

Everyone has a compass that shows the direction your soulmate is but will spin uncontrollably when you’re in the same space

Imagine little Mihawk rolling his eyes and dismissing all the talks about soulmates

Little Mihawk saying how stupid soulmates are

But despite it all, he didn’t throw his compass away

Imagine the compass that barely fits in his hand being his only grounding tool through the years as he sails

Imagine Marineford and, with all the chaos, as marines rush past him, he catches a scent that changes his stoic expression to shock

He looks over his shoulder but only sees a crowd of marines charging the other way

Him taking his compass out and seeing it spin fiercely

Even though the alpha in him growled internally to find his mate, the middle of a war was not it

Imagine him being summoned to headquarters and before entering the building his compass is pointing at it but it is wobbling

Once he’s in the room, his compass is spinning erratically but he doesn’t need to look at it because his nose has pinpointed your scent in the back of the room

He manages his stoic expression when he sees you take out a small compass and a blush fills your cheeks when he makes eye contact with you

Demands that you be the one to deliver messages/missions to him, stunning everyone that he’d want a Marine Captain to do that instead of someone of a higher rank

Imagine him meeting you on the dock of Gloom Island (because he has two unwanted guests that would eavesdrop) and he never brings up the soulmate thing

He keeps you there longer and longer each visit until you start visiting with no message to deliver at all

He ignores Perona’s squeals every time he comes back and his scent is (embarrassingly) sweeter than when he left

He makes sure to intensify Zoro’s training if he gets a look or smirk from the swordsman

WANO SPOILER HERE ON OUT

Imagine being invited to his castle finally after Perona leaves and his alpha making sure that he is an amazing host to you

Surprising you when he initiates the softest touch of pressing his hand to your cheek

Imagine already being at the island when the order comes in that the Warlords are dismantled

That moment of uncertainty when your Den Den Mushi comes in with your orders

He looks out the window and sees the Marines surrounding his island but doesn’t move until you make your decision

As you stare at him, you raise your Den Den Mushi and state your resignation and hang up on the yelling that comes from the other side

He stands up and holds a hand out to you before giving you a proper welcome into pirate life with the ships outside his home

HE'S SO CUTE I CANT

Tight Room —꒱

Synopsis: stuck in a small place trope.

TAGS: gn!afab!reader, accidental face in boobs.

“What’s this place?” 

“Bold of you to assume I would know!” He cackled.

“What?!” You scoff at him, reaching to smack his arm. 

He dodges your hand with a laugh and you begin chasing after him. Jumping over boxes and random rocks until the tip of your fingers managed to get a hold of his shirt. 

“I’m going to beat your ass.” You jump and wrap your arms around the giggling man child.  Playfully shaking his shoulders as your “attack” while laughing at you.

A loud crack was heard from under him, his arm protectively wrapped around you as you two looked down at the floor. The tiles suddenly break apart and you both fall down, sliding against the walls that seemed to be tightening around you. 

He falls on his back with you on top of him, his face squished between your breasts making his arm push you closer than you are. You move away from him, looking around bewildered at the room you fell in, not noticing his wide open eyes and bright red face. 

Shanks stands up, and helps you do the same.

“Look, there is a door down there.” You point out. 

Suddenly the only hall leading to the door gets shut close, the walls around you begin moving closer and closing up on the two of you. You panic and raise your legs on each side of his waist, pushing at the wall behind shanks while he does the same. 

A rumble shakes the ground and the walls paused the movement, you sigh in relief, turning your head down to see the soft red locks covering your view and small delighted sounds vibrating between your breasts. 

“Shanks.” 

“Yeeess?” He looks up with his sparkling gray eyes. A grin stretched from ear to ear and flushed cheeks. His chin stuffed in your chest and his cheeks squished by your breasts.

The man was burning with euphoria, he was so glad to be alive at the moment and having this happening to him. He was trembling with so much love and adoration for you and your soft mounds. The warmth radiating off of him and spreading out on you. You look at the way his face darkens with a hue of red that matches his hair, quirking a brow at him to question his behavior.

“We are stuck in this damn place. Get serious.” The scowl imprinted on your features got brushed off by him. 

“Yes but- look.” He pushes his head between your breasts, again, giving them light kisses before looking back up to you. “Nice and squishy.” 

The idiot did not feel the blood leaking down his nose until you wiped it away, shaking your head at him for being too blasé of the situation you’re both in.

“Idiot– what is wrong with you?! I literally let you lay on my chest every night!!” You yelled at him. 

Shanks opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted when suddenly the ground breaks and you both slide down a tunnel. His arm and legs wrapping tightly around you to prevent you from getting more scratches, and you land with a thud on the ground. 

The laughs and chatter catch your attention, you raise your head, looking up to see the rest of the crew hanging out around you. 

Yasopp came closer with a bottle of his finest wine. “Ya Shanks, enjoying your position you dirty asshole?” He snickers. 

Your eyes narrow at him and you move away causing him to groan in protest. He had the dumbest expression on his face, so dumb that you couldn’t believe it was the vicious Red-haired Shanks, an emperor of the damn sea. 

Blushing brightly with a bloody nose, and a stupid smile curled on his lips, his fingers held onto your shirt so desperately — wanting you to squish his face again with your chest even more.

I finished the one piece live action and I have to say, I loved it so much that I decided to write something!! Posting this on Sanji's birthday, because why not?

When you cook for them

Genre: Imagines, Fluff

Characters: (gn!reader) Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Shanks, and Mihawk.

Luffy

Would try to help you out but ends up eating most of the ingredients.

According to him, he's your taste tester and sous chef but God forbid, anyone letting him in the kitchen.

After throwing him out of the kitchen, you could finally cook in peace.

He would be pouting and everything when you get out of the kitchen but immediately smiles brightly when he sees the dishes all set out.

Would drool before you even serve him, and talks with his mouth full.

Devours the food like it's his last meal and savours every moment of it.

After eating, as a way of saying thanks, he would help you by cleaning the dishes (doesn't do a good job but who's complaining)

Zoro

Gets surprised when you say you're cooking for him and frankly, doesn't disturb you at all.

But makes jokes on how you'll burn the kitchen down, burn the food, and whatnot.

He sits wherever he can best watch you cook while sipping on his wine.

Every time you catch him gawking at you, he shrugs it off saying he was looking at the food instead, but the blush on his face says otherwise.

Once you're done, he doesn't hesitate to dig in like there's no tomorrow.

It doesn't matter if you cook badly or not, he'll eat it without complaining because that's just how much he loves you.

He pours some wine for you and sits as close as he possibly can, intertwining your fingers together.

Will also help you clean up as an excuse to spend more time together.

Sanji

The most annoying out of everyone here, honestly.

Keeps asking you what you're adding and why, what you're making, and the usual "you're doing it all wrong babe."

Still lets you do your own thing while he looks over your shoulder.

If you add oregano to the pasta, he'll throw it out of your hands and won't even say anything about it.

After the final touches, you place the plate in front of him and look at him with hopes that he likes it.

For Sanji, anything you do for him is good enough. He won't ask for much.

As he finishes eating, he'll look at you and for the hell of it, says, "Not bad."

A glare is enough to shut him up and he smirks at you as you slowly break into laughter.

Nami

She would be the most delighted, after Luffy of course.

Volunteers to help out and goes grocery shopping with you.

You won't tell her what you're making, and she couldn't care less as long as you are the one making it.

Would love if you finish fast so you can give her attention but won't admit it.

Once you serve her, she's already humming and praising you.

Hopes you cook for her again, and next time she'll help out.

Shanks <3

Tells you that you don't have to but secretly loves that you're doing it for him.

Whether you like it or not, he's going to sit atop the counter and make his stupid puns, knowing you'll laugh at them even if they aren't funny.

He tells you stories of the crew and his adventures.

Helps you serve the food and has you sit with him on the counter as he eats.

Doesn't matter if the food is good or not, he is eternally grateful for your hard work and makes it known by his sweet gestures.

After he finishes, he smiles gently at you and gets off the counter.

If you ask him what he's doing, he'll kiss your forehead and say, "Don't you want dessert? My treat!!"

Ends up making the worst dessert but hey, at least he tried.

Mihawk

When he sees you cooking, he won't even question it and just lets you do whatever.

However, he will wrap his hands around you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder.

Impatient as he is, he will keep asking you if you're done.

Once you're actually done, he'll say something along the lines of, "Took you forever."

Needless to say, he does appreciate the food you made for him, considering the shitty jobs he has to put up with.

The type to act like a food critic but knows shit about anything food-related.

Gives honest feedback though, but makes sure it doesn't hurt your feelings in any way.

This one was fun to write. I hope you guys enjoyed my first post. Feel free to request for more. I'll add a taglist if you guys want.

Do like, comment and reblog if you enjoyed!!

Masterlist

OP males + S/O with thick thighs

Shanks, Zoro, Luffy

Male! Reader

Cw: Really light suggestive(?

A/N: Short srry :(

Shanks

-LOVES THEM.

-When you guys cuddle he will always end up between your thighs, kissing their inners and whispering sweet nothings.

-If you don’t feel fond with your thighs because of (random reason) he’ll whisper the sweetest things in your ear every time you guys are alone with them.

-Likes to have you sitting on his lap, facing him while he works and from break to break use your thighs as stress toys if he’s too stressed.

“Damn, handsome. Your thighs are so fucking hot.”

-His favorite part of your body for real.

Zoro

-Also a thigh lover.

-Would take his usual naps on deck between your thighs.

-Once you felt insecure about them and asked him for training tips to reduce thigh fat and brought you to his room to remind you CLEARLY why your thighs are everything but a thing to be ashamed of.

-Will cut in two ANYONE who dares to say something about your thighs.

“Oh ThAt DoEsN’t lOoKs MaNly”

-You never saw that person again.

Luffy

-Man is constantly telling you how handsome you are, why the thighs would be an exception?

-Sleeps in there AND BE SURE he’ll leave spit on them

-Would hug you and direct his hands to your thighs, squeezing the plush skin

“I love them! They’re like my personal squishy!”

Turn ons’ on OP men

Male! Reader

Corazon, Shanks, Zoro, Sanji.

MINORS DON’T INTERACT

•The content below is explicit and it may blur the romantic concept of a minor’s mind. Please have discretion and do not read it if you’re under 18, i am not responsible of whatever problem you may present by reading this at a young age.•

Corazon/Rosinante Donquixote

•Seeing you walk around with his feathers coat.

Nothing looks more sexier for him than you on his clothes, the black feathers making your pretty eyes shine but more important how adorable you look. May be associated to his size kink but walking around in a clothe so much bigger than you just gives him more desire to pull you to his room and fuck you with feathers an’ all.

“Fuck..! Keep it like that, tightening around me so well…”

“Cora-san..!” You whimpered under him, whining and sandwiching most of your moans, you weren’t exactly allowed to be in bed with him.

“I think this coat fits better on you..Make sure to use it more often.” He kissed your forehead with a smirk and kept pounding into you.

Akagami no Shanks

•Jewelry.

Nothing looks hotter for him than jewelry of any type: Long necklaces, golden or silver chains around your neck, chokers, earrings..There’s something of the cold shiny material that gets him going all night. It’s just time till he drags you to the nearest private place on the Red Force to fuck you right, your pretty necklace hanging from your not-covered chest as the cold metal of your rings wrap around his length.

“Keep sucking me like that—oh god..” He whimpered the quietest he could as your jeweled hand pumped the base of his cock and your lips sucked his tip and the half of his length.

“Good boy..Sucking me so good with those pretty lips..~” he smirked and gave you a chuckled as his hand came to play and spin the rings on your fingers that were still wrapped around his girth for a sure grip.

Zoro

•You training.

God if he could choose one thing of you that is hotter than summer on Texas he would say watching you train. The way your locks of hair stick to your forehead; how your lips are slightly parted as you do cardio, or your heavy breathing while running. It all looks so fucking hot to him. The thin later of sweat makes your muscles shine slightly to the sun and when you throw your bottle of water on yourself by the heat he can’t help but groan at the sight of your wet shirt getting more transparent and showing your pecs. He’ll definitely fuck you from behind, taking you by the hips as you tried to do your plank repetitions.

“Your ass is so tight, you’ve been getting me hard all day with your stupid training routine, you can’t blame me— Ah!— now..” He groaned as he fucked you from behind, your pretty moans leaving your lips as clapping skin filled the room.

Sanji

•Taking his cigarette and blowing the smoke on his face.

As usual you were on the kitchen, sitting on the cabin as Sanji ended up cooking for the crew. He lit a cigarette as usual and offered it to you after him giving a few puffs, you took and, wanting to tease him, blew the smoke right on his face as he spoke to you in front of your face. His face got all red and damn, you weren’t going out of that kitchen any time soon.

“Sanji! Oh fuck, like that!” You moaned as the blonde man sinked between your legs, sucking hardly on your sex as you gripped his hair for dear life.

“Give me your sweet taste..” He mumbled, diving in his job again, people in this ship wouldn’t eat anytime soon.

A/N: Hope you liked it!

You're Angry at the Tall Men

Masterlist Here

I have two very dear mutual creators on here that are struggling with the flu. Hopefully yelling at the tall men of one-piece will help you both out: @feral-artistry & @sordidmusings

Word Count: 200-400 per gentleman: Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Corazon, Doflamingo

Warnings: anger, violence, suggestive spice for a few, angst, afab!implied but not overly mentioned, height difference.

First time writing for Cora, Croc and Doffy - mainly going off small clips and overall vibes. Apologies if I didn't do your blorbo justice.

(Apprehensive tag list: @gingernut1314, @writingmysanity)

He knows what he did to earn your wrath; your fury ignited in your eyes and the flames physically tangible and searing the room with your scorn. Your brow was furrowed, your lips curling into a snarl to bare your pearled teeth at him.

Buggy: 6’3

“Sit your tall ass down!” you roared at him. The clown shrieked back, immediately reaching his stuttering hands towards the back of a chair to unceremoniously fall back onto the wooden base. Unfortunately, as his ass barely grazes the base; his weight proceeds to fall from its intended target, plopping down onto the cement ground instead of finding comfort on the chair.

“Ah, fuck!” he cried out alongside his wince, his red nose creased as he felt the pain shoot up his coxic bone and tingle up his spine. This moment of failure breaking a small crack in your iron fury, a giggle attempting to break through your anger. He winces his beautiful teal eyes up at you, cringing through the pain and gritting his teeth in an attempt of a smile.

“You are so pathetic,” you growled at him, extending your hand out and collecting his chin within your thumb and index finger. You were held captive by his sparkling eyes beneath his lengthy blue eyelashes as he looked up at you in awe.

“It’s why you love me, right?” he whimpered at you, his crooked smile drawing you in closer to him. You stooped, pressing a small kiss against his rotund, red nose.

“Yes,” you again growled at him, pouting with your brow falling low in the center of your forehead, “but I’m still angry at you.”

“I know,” he grumbled in response, his eyes upturning and almost pleading, “but I can fix that, right?”

Shanks: 6’6

“Woah, woah, love!” he cried out, backing away from your approach with his wide smile plastered to his cheeks. He was still smiling, even when you backed him against the wall with your forearm horizontally pressing him back into the wooden banister behind him.

“You absolute stupid, ridiculous, drunken-,” one look into his loving eyes rendered you immediately defenseless to his aura. He looked at you with such love, his brown eyes holding only softness and adoration within them. He brings up his arm, choosing to caress your cheek and lace a loose strand of your hair to hook over your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into you, leaning his head down and moving his lips against your forehead to murmur into your skin, “forgive me, I didn’t mean it.” Inhaling a deep breath, you feel the rage falling away from you as he continued murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” he breathed his raspy voice into your ear.

“And you’re so handsome when you’re not the one making me angry,” you growled back at him.

Mihawk 6’6:

“Mihawk!” your rumbled growl echoed in the high ceilings lifting the light in the large dining room. He was stooping, fingertips halting their descent to grasp the back of his dining chair. He huffed out a sigh, rotating his neck and removing his hat from his head. He placed the hat on his dining setting, and prepared himself to receive your wrath.

As soon as you saw him preparing himself to receive the scorn you were about to bear down on him, you decided to switch it up. Something about how smug he was did not satiate your fire from erupting further. You had every intention of taking him by his wrist and leading him to the impressive steps of the foyer and taking a few steps up to bring you to the appropriate height to maintain eye contact as you reprimanded him.

But his ear was right there, no longer shielded by his broad hat to halt your action. Immediately, you pressed your index and middle finger against the overly sensitive shell of his ear and began dragging him towards the archway leading to the foyer.

“Not quite so hard, dear,” he winced as his steps stuttered behind you. You allowed a sinister smirk to rise on your lips, gaining a sickening amount of joy from knowing you were paining him a little to satisfy your wrath. As your feet found the steps, you relinquished your hold on his ear and turned to face him, your eyes first glancing at the raven curls atop his head that you rarely are accustomed to seeing these days. His head was bowed, his hand drawn up to cradle his ear and sooth over the throbbing shell. At this, your anger ceased and you immediately sought out his eyes by cupping his cheeks and elevating his face.

“I’m sorry, my love. Did I hurt you, are you okay?” you hastily spoke, eyes checking over his face for any semblance of hurt or pain.

“Only my pride, dear,” he replied in a soft grumble, continuing to keep his eyes from joining with your own. You sighed in relief before shaking your head to remind yourself why you brought him here in the first place. You furrowed your brow and slunk your hands from his cheeks to fall them against his chest.

“I’m-,” you began, your angry words halted by Mihawk taking a step forward and pressing his forehead against your own.

“-I’m sorry. Forgive me,” he whispered into your face, his eyes half lidded and sorrow falling over his face, “I never meant to hurt you, and I’m willing to spend all the time it takes to make it up to you.”

Sir Crocodile 10’

Clutching his cigar in his index and middle fingers, he flicked the ash into the glass and gold tray on his desk. He could hear the fall of your feet outside the door, his jaw falling slack in bored frustration. 

“You devious bastard,” you growled as the door to his office flung open. He inhaled deeply, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out another cigar to clench his teeth onto. As your eyes met, his brow arched while his eyelids hung half-lidded. He sat back against his armchair and uncrossed his legs from their join of the knees. Remaining wordless, he fished around in his pants for his lighter, to find nothing but his golden pocket watch and a few rolls of berry within his leatherbound wallet.

“Be a dear and find me a light,” he dismissed your anger with the wave of his hand as his eyes searched his desk for his capped lighter. This seemed to engage your fury further, making you immediately lunge at him and crawl onto his lap. You drew your claw-shaped grip up to his jaw, snarling into his face as you did so.

“You think I care about your lighter right now, you arrogant lizard,” you spat at him. His eyes widened in surprise, initially being taken off guard by your presence atop his thigh. Immediately after processing the shock, his eyes darkened as he used his large, golden hook to circle around your thigh; trapping it within the metal and drawing it closer into him. Your kneeling position atop his lap was now made ever more dangerous than it had been, not knowing how he would truly respond to your anger. Both of your tempers began to flare as he snarled at you.

“Lighter first,” he growled at you, looking up into your enraged eyes as your hair cascaded down over his face, draped almost intimately over his forehead. You scoffed, flicking the hair over your shoulder and grimaced at him in response. 

“And why should I do that after what you did?” you gnashed your teeth, baring your rage in your now untested situation. The tense air now growing thick and dense as your bodies pressed closer together. He gripped your hips with his hand, his golden hook scraping over your thigh and placing your knee over his waist as he drew you closer. 

“Lighter first,” he began to snarl at you, “or I will channel your rage in another way.”

“Try me, Reptile,” you snarled at him, clenching your teeth as you stooped lower into his face. He immediately stood, his tall body hoisting you up against his hips and slamming your back atop his desk. He hovered over your body, leaning his face down and snarling into you,

“You should’ve just done what you were told,” He growled into your neck.

“You shouldn't have pissed me off,” you gnashed your teeth once more, your eyes widening as you felt his teeth bite down hard on your clavicle, soothing over the new injury with his tongue. 

Corazon 9’7

“Donquixote Rosinante!” you shouted, walking around the halls and tracking the stupor of his step. You immediately heard a thud, followed by several crashing booms reverberating within the hallway. None of these sounds halted your descent, your rage and fury propelling your steps further towards him.

When your eyes fell over his body, he was hoisting himself up from his entanglement with several cleaning products; a mop over his head and a bucket circling over his left foot. He looked ridiculous, his coat hanging limply from his shoulders over his open heart-stitched shirt.

As he rose to his feet, you were taken aback at how truly tall he was; his body towering over your own. You lost your nerve slightly at his stature, but still the edges of your body remained singed with the fires of rage within your soul.

“Cora-!” your words were halted by the man drawing such anger from you wordlessly holding up his palm to silence you. Your brows fell further down your face, your frown deepening as you watched him silently search his surroundings. His eyes widened first, before softening as he stooped down to collect the bucket that was once wrapped around his foot. He blew over the base of the bucket with a small puff of breath, placing the brim on the ground and dusting the base with the back of his hand.

He turned his painted face up to you, a tight smile pulling at his mouth as he extended his hand to you. You sucked in a breath through your nostrils, pouting as you took his hand. Stepping up onto the bucket, you still remained short to his great height. Still holding onto your hand, his smile softened as he bent at the knees to crouch in front of you, looking up into your face with eyes baring great sorrow at how angry you were with him.

Relinquishing the hold against your hand, he gestured for you to bare your soul out to him with a simple swipe of his hands. He was so willing to have you share your emotions with him, it almost made you want to cry with frustration at how truly loving he was to you. 

“You’re just going to sit back and take it? Say something, Cora. Anything!” You screamed, the sting of tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. He continued to watch on, never once rising from his crouch, nor bringing his eyes away from searching your face. It was only when a hot, frustrated tear fell from your eye down your cheek that he rose up to his full size once more. 

He wordlessly drew his palm up to claim your cheek, his thumb brushing the tear away from its descent down towards your mouth. 

“Please,” you whimpered while searching his eyes, “please say something.”

He leant forward, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, circling the other arm around your shoulders and holding your chest flush with his own. His lips found the crown of your head, pressing a soft and careful kiss against the top of your hair.

“Calm,” he uttered, the room circled around him by the spark of his devil-fruit power. You looked at him confused, your nostrils flaring at him while still expressing your anger. 

“Why use the devil-fruit powers now?” you asked him, shaking your head at him as all else in the hallway was silenced. No taps of feet, no drips of taps, nor the sounds of breeze through the trees outside the room could be heard within the silent barrier. 

“Because I want everyone to know how angry you are with me,” he uttered, his nose lovingly brushing against your own, “And I want to be able to scream how much I love you with no consequence.” He pressed his lips against your forehead, smearing his red face paint against your skin as he trailed a flurry of gentle kisses against your nose, cheek bones and the corner of your lips in an attempt to smother the flames of your anger. 

“This doesn’t make up for what you did,” you spat at him, your narrowed eyes looking at him through your eyelashes remaining dark with fury.

“I know,” he admitted, unwrapping his arm from circling your shoulders. He grazed his arm down and collected your hand once more within his, lacing your fingers together as he uttered, “I’m so sorry, my darling. I’ll never do it again.”

Doflamingo 10’

He was immediately expressing joy at how riled up he had managed to make you, his lips curling back into a sinister smile. He darted his tongue out over his mouth to dampen his chapped lip before he allowed a rumbly chuckle to exit from his chest.

“Doflamingo!” You screamed, rage and fury overcasting your usual stoic state with their venom. He rose to his feet and was almost bursting at the seams with how happy getting a rise from you was making him.

“How dare you?! How dare you do that to me?!” You roared, not halting your approach in any way. He towered over you, his lanky build condescendingly casting his feathered silhouette over your body.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he shrugged, speaking quickly with a broad grin continuing to polish his cheeks. His eyes remained hidden by his glasses, your own eyes beginning to prick at the corners with a frustrated rage.

“Wipe that horrible grin off your face before I rip it off,” you spat, your hands demonstrating how truly violent your thoughts were.

“Only if you do it with your teeth, Princess,” he bore his teeth down at you. His smile widened further up his cheeks, your urge to claw out his eyes not satisfied in the slightest. You impulsively swung your hand at his face, your wrist caught within his circled grip. His laughter erupted over his chest at this small demonstration of violence, so easily stifled by his hands.

“Ohh, you’ve got some fire in you today,” he chucked his taunt at you, leaning down further into you; his nose almost brushing against your own with how close he drew himself down to you, “What I’d give to see that demonstrated with your body wrapped around my- AHH.” You halted his words within his mouth by clamping your teeth down against his nose hard enough to draw blood. After tasting the metallic flavor roll over your tongue, you withdrew your teeth from his flesh and bore your red-tinted lips at him.

He reached up to clutch the scruff of your neck, pulling you closer into him and purring a roar of his own into you:

“Mmm, Harder.”

first dates with the one piece boys

☆ characters: shanks, crocodile

☆ up next: taking an aphrodisiac w/ one piece boys ft. ace, kidd, and law

☆ summary: first dates with shanks and crocodile, crocodile is kind of as asshole but he's whipped so like it's cute..., suggestive content

☆ a/n: i'm back! i'll try to post something else this week but uni is kicking my ass :p requests are open!

☆ 18+, mdni

shanks:

“Ready, sweetheart?”

You blushed, nodding as you tried to ignore the cheers and whoops that erupted from the rest of the crew on board.

Shanks shot a look over his shoulder and you were rewarded with immediate silence. 

He placed a hand on the small of your back and gently guided you alongside him onto the island. 

“Use protection!” someone called out. Definitely Yasopp. 

“Ignore ‘em,” Shanks said. 

“So you don’t wanna use protection?”

Shanks shot you a look, surprised at your quip, “No! Yes! I mean- well, no… We don’t have to y’know- Whatever you want to do ....”

“Very smooth, Captain.” 

He laughed, bringing you toward him, and placed a rough kiss on the top of your head. 

“Ya make me nervous, what can I say?”

Your chest contracted at this confession. You felt an embarrassing amount of pride watching him rendered so uncharacteristically bashful from your words. 

You slipped your hand into his, giving him a soft squeeze, “Just cause this is a date doesn’t mean anything changes between us.”

“Well, we might kiss. And according to you we might fu-”

“Shanks.”

He laughed, louder this time, “Sorry, sorry. I think you’ll like where I’m taking you.” 

There was a cool breeze making its way over both of you, giving you temporary reprieve from the summertime warmth the city was buzzing with. Overgrown trees and flower bushes poured into the lamp-lit streets. 

You talked with each other, never a dull moment between the two of you, as you walked toward wherever Shanks was planning on taking you. 

By the time you stopped walking, you’d made it to a much more empty part of town.

Shanks pointed to a sign on the corner, ‘Happy Hour 8 p.m. - 10 p.m.’

“A bar,” you mused, playfully rolling your eyes at him, “How surprising.”

He smiled and tugged at the strap of your dress, “Tsk, tsk. So impatient.”

He led you into the dinghy building, the wooden door damaged from what you imagined was years of drunk patrons spilling their drinks over themselves and their surroundings.  The inside was dusty and it looked as though no one had used it for years. 

“Your usual, honey?” Shanks asked, approaching the bar. 

“Please.” 

He smiled at you, “Yes, captain.”

God, he was handsome.

You watched Shanks ordering your drinks from where you stood, looking at his face through the mirror behind the bartender. You pressed your thighs together as a familiar pulsing sensation began coursing through your lower half. You accepted long before this date that it was beyond your control- he was just so handsome. He ran a hand through his hair, winking at you in the mirror. You blew him a kiss and though you couldn’t be sure in the dim light a pale blush seemed to spread over his features. 

“One martini please, with three olives. And a Gin and Glamour.” 

You shot him a look, Gin? You?

“Follow me this way,” the bartender said. 

A smirk settled onto your captain’s face and he beckoned you toward him. 

The bartender opened a tall door that seemed to lead to darkness. 

“Enjoy,” he said. Curiosity had completely taken over and you led the way through the dark hallway, the faint sound of a bass being plucked echoing through, until you reached the end which was covered with a thick velvet curtain. 

You pushed through, Shanks’ hand once again finding itself on your back, though much lower this time. 

Soft, warm light lit up the room. Your eyes immediately jumped to the jazz band in the center illuminated by a red light. “… and in July, a lemonade, to cool you…,” the singer was halfway through "I Wish You Love". There were booths stationed around, with dark mahogany tables and wine-red velvet couches. Several other couples were spread through the bar, the soft buzz of background conversation filling the room. 

“Shanks,” you gasped. 

“You didn’t really think I’d take you to a shitty bar for our first date did ‘ja?” 

“I’m going to choose not to answer,” you smiled, taking his hand in yours. For a split second your attention was taken away from the room you were in and you could only focus on the feeling of your hand in his- his strength apparent even without him trying. 

“Must suck having to be the guy up front, huh?” 

You giggled and pulled him toward an empty booth with a good view of the band, “I’ll say. Though I would like that martini.”

“How ‘bout you go sit and I’ll grab it for you, sweetheart,” he said, gently patting your ass as you turned. 

With your drinks in hand, Shanks sat next to you, pulling you in closer to him. “Looks like we’re the only new couple in here,” he whispered in your ear, gesturing over toward a couple in the middle of a heated makeout session. You smiled at him, your eyes glimmering with mischief, “Hm, wanna try blending in?”

Shanks smiled, catching on to your request. You sipped your martini and bit an olive off of the toothpick that rested in the glass. 

“We’ve kissed before, y’know.”

“We have!? I think I’d remember if we had,” he returned. 

“No, no, we did,” you said, and he gave you a look that begged you to elaborate, “It was a few months back- when we did that stupid drinking contest. We were both pretty drunk, but I’d drank a lot less than you. Anyways, um, everyone had gone to bed or, I dunno, gone to find something else to do and we were left alone on deck. Unsupervised.” 

You wiggled your eyebrows at him earning a laugh. 

“I don’t remember it well, but I remember we laughed after. A lot.”

Shanks was smiling, resting his head on his hand as he gazed up on you. You averted your gaze. 

He moved quickly and by the time you realized what was happening you were already sinking into the kiss, bringing a hand up to grab the collar of his shirt, anything to stabilize yourself. 

Your heart was crawling up your throat, Shanks’ eyes were closed tight and he was clearly trying to savor every moment of the indulgent feeling of your lips against his. It warmed your heart that a man so feared on the open sea was reduced to a gentle, eager mess the moment he kissed you. 

You leaned further into him and his arms wrapped around your waist, his hands palming at your hips. His facial hair tickled and poked your face earning a head-spinning giggle from you. Shanks pulled away, his breaths short and 

“I want to tell you how long I’ve been wanting to do that but apparently this isn’t my first time kissing you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

The jazz band had started a new tune, longer notes and the steady strum of the bass playing a rendition of Waltz for Debby,  further amplifying the intimacy between the two of you. 

“Hopefully you remember this one,” you said smirking at him, “Or do you need a more memorable one?”

“Are you asking to kiss me again? Or do you just want confirmation that you’re a good kisser?”

“I am a good kisser. Better than you, anyway.”

“HA! You don’t even come close!”

“So arrogant, Captain. But I’d love to prove you wrong,” you took another sip of your drink. 

Pinching his cheeks between your fingers you pulled him toward you, this time savoring how he tasted. The bitterness of the whiskey on his lips coated your mouth as you slipped your tongue past his. Shanks’ breathing deepened and his fingertips sunk further into your hips- you could feel where you’d find bruises tomorrow morning. You brought a hand up to softly hold his throat and he moaned-

Oh god, he moaned! 

You pulled away pupils blown and lips puffy. 

Shanks’ cheeks were deep red, a sight that had your ego swelling. 

“You know,” he started, breathless, “I think you may be right.”

You smiled and finished the rest of your drink, “Need more evidence?”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, running a hand through your hair.

“As a matter of fact, Y/n, I do.”

It was late when you finally found your way back to the ship. Shanks’ face was covered in red blotches of your smeared lipstick and your lips were equally messy. Your dress strap was falling off of your shoulder and Shanks’ shirt was plenty unbuttoned. 

“Well,” he said, placing a kiss on the back of your hand, “Now you get to choose.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“My bed or yours?”

You laughed and wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him down for another kiss. 

“Yours.”

(whipped!)Crocodile:

“You owe me money, Croc.”

“Let me take you to dinner.” 

He reached for your hand, which you let him take. 

He pressed his lips to it and started to trail kisses up your arm until you stopped him by pushing him off you and taking a seat on his lap. 

“If I go to dinner with you will you give me my money?”

“You’ll get it either way, sweetheart. A job well done is a job well done. I just want to take you out.”

Liar, you thought. 

But still, you took a second to think about it, letting him wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder, kissing your collarbone. 

You were intoxicating to him, completely overwhelming all of his senses. He knew how unprofessional it was to involve himself with the assassins for hire he dealt with but this was now his eighth time working with you and though you always did a fantastic and clean job, the quality of your work wasn’t really the reason he was hiring you anymore. 

“Where would you take me?”

“Desert Point. Or anywhere you wanted, really. I’ll cook for you if you’d like.”

You shifted in his lap, letting your thighs straddle his hips, and looked up at him. 

He pulled out a cigar from his breast-pocket, which you quickly snatched from his hand, “I hate the smell.”

He put a hand up in surrender and placed the cigar back in his pocket. 

Your eyes were focused on him, looking at his lips and trailing a finger up his neck. Your lips pouted as you considered his offer and the smell of your perfume filling every nook and cranny of his office and still, it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted all of you. 

The two of you had, of course, had a handsy encounter or two and you were more than familiar with how he tasted after a long night of office work and whiskey. But, greedy and selfish as ever, the warlord wanted more. He wanted you. In the mornings in his bed, and at night by his side. 

“Alright. You can cook for me, I suppose.” 

He smiled, not even trying to fight the rare display of happiness. 

“Any requests?”

You got up from his lap, batting away his hands which tried to grab you and hold you. 

“Don’t burn anything. I’ll bring a bottle of that whiskey you like,” you said heading open the door to his office, “Tomorrow night at 7.” 

Crocodile leaned back in his chair, savoring the lingering smell of you that had been making it difficult to concentrate for the past week, and waited until the click on your heels was far enough away to call Miss All Sunday and ask that she, “Please cancel all my appointments tomorrow.”

You knew Crocodile’s apartment well, having paid a few unknown visits and a few known ones. The last time you visited was after Crocodile had begged you to stop by for a glass of wine. You ended up drinking closer to five and neither of you could remember anything the morning after. You did, however, take note of the safe in his office where, if Baroque Works intel was anything to go off of, he kept the cash he used to pay black market hires such as yourself. Tonight would be a perfect opportunity to get your money, which you suspected he had no real intention of giving you. 

Dinner had gone well and you found yourself in his office, lounging on his couch. 

A jazz record played softly in the background and you’d both taken off a few layers of clothing. The only lighting was provided by a few candles he’d lit and you sat facing each other, each several glasses of wine in. 

“Stay here for a while,” he said, softly rubbing up and down your leg which you had draped over his lap, “With me.”

“I have work, Croc.”

“I’ll hire you, full-time.”

“No offense to your…. staff, but their work is a bit beneath me.” He laughed, “Then I’ll fund your stay here. You won’t pay for anything.”

This interested you. Staying a week in the nicest apartment on the continent with Crocodile wasn’t such a terrible deal. You swished your wine around in your cup.

“Will you cook?”

“For you? Of course.”

You stared at him and pretended to pass the thought over as he kissed your neck and palmed at your ass.

“Give me a chance to convince you to stay.”

“How do you plan on doing that?”

A smirk settled on his face and he pulled you in for a kiss. 

You indulged him and deepened the kiss, letting your tongue slip past his lips. 

You giggled and sunk into his hold on you, his big hands holding you steady.

“I’ll stay, I’ll stay,” you buried your face into his chest, trying to fight the warmth in your cheeks.

The warlord squeezed you even tighter, earning a bout of laughter from you that placed a smile on his face. 

“This is bad for your image you know. You’re getting soft,” you mused, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“I promise you I am anything but soft right now.”

“Ha. Ha.”

He wrapped a hand up into your hair, gently pulling back at the base of your neck so he had full access to your neck, and sunk his teeth in biting gently so as not to draw blood but not gently enough to avoid leaving a mark. 

Your back arched into him and you mewled at the feeling, your nails digging into his shoulder. 

He brought your head back up and kissed you.

You brought your hands up to his collar and began undoing his tie, leaving it hanging on his shoulders. 

Slowly and without interrupting the kiss, you began undoing the buttons on his shirt. Crocodile leaned back into the couch to make your job easier and began undoing his belt, which you took from him. 

Crocodile went to bring his hands back up to your neck but- they didn’t move.

He looked down and his belt was fastened around his wrists. He tried to tear it but you’d done a damn good job and he was rendered rather helpless.

You got up and, after placing a soft kiss on his forehead, made your way to the safe behind the painting on the wall. 

“You said you’d stay!”

Not that it was much of a problem for him but Crocodile preferred when things went over smoothly. 

“Did I? Hmmm,” you said, ear to the safe as you turned the dial listening for the telltale click that let you know you unlocked it, “I lied.”

Click! 

“And if I make you stay? This makeshift restraint isn’t sea prism stone.”

You laughed and turned to look at him. 

“Go ahead.”

He scoffed. You both knew well you were the last person on earth he’d ever harm. 

“I’m gonna take my money and then some as a tip, alright? I will miss you though,” you said, making sure his arms were still tied in his lap. 

He couldn’t help but smile as you turned back around to the very empty safe. 

Your stomach dropped. 

“Where is the money-” 

“Like I’d keep it here, sweetheart. Especially not with you coming over.”

“You’re a thief. And a dirty one at that.”

“I’d take more offense if it wasn’t coming from you.”

You huffed and turned to his desk where you were quickly opening and closing drawers looking for where he’d moved the money. 

“Come and finish your wine, Y/n.”

“It isn’t here, is it? You’re a liar and a thief,”

He stayed silent and gestured toward your spot on the couch, a satisfied smirk settled on his infuriatingly handsome face. 

“Crocodile…” you warned, “I think you know better than to not pay me.”

He smiled, as though daring you to continue. Or what? the expression on his face begged. 

“Stay the week with me,” he said as you approached, “Please.”

You took your seat next to him and looking down at his hands noted the very significant absence of a belt tied around them. Your heartbeat picked up as he used a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.  

“You’re good, sweetness, but I’m better.”

You sighed and let him kiss you, reluctantly leaning into his touch. 

“You’ll stay the week.”

You nodded and were upset at yourself for feeling excited at the thought. You felt like a schoolgirl holding her crush’s hand. 

“Shall we go to bed then?”

He smiled and picked you up princess-style, one arm around your waist and one under your knees.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss on his cheek, “If you keep this game going you’ll end up having to marry me, you know.”

He smiled, his most sincere smile of the night. 

“Ah, wouldn’t that be terrible?” 

day 4 ; cockwarming

↠ "red haired" shanks x reader

fandom: one piece word count: 1k warnings: nsfw 18+, public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

“Another round on me, little lady!”

Pirates swarm Partys Bar as you scramble to serve everyone at once. Makino occasionally requested your help whenever she knew it would get busy, and each time you happily obliged. However, the pirate crew was rowdier than usual today, and it seemed as though you couldn’t catch a break.

“I’ll be right with you!” You call out to the pirate as you rush to sweep up some broken glass that was dropped by one of the piss-ass drunk crew members. 

As you pass by, you feel a calloused hand skim the back of your ass. You don’t even have to look behind you to know exactly who it belongs to—Shanks.

You and Shanks have done some things in the past, mostly involving him dragging you away to fuck you when he was pumped up on adrenaline from his time at sea.

You ignore his advances this time, too focused on trying to cater to all of his crew. But the second time you’re forced to pass him, serving more rounds of whiskey to his men, he wraps an arm around the back of your thighs and pulls you towards him.

“Shanks!” You gasp. He paws at your ass from his seat on the stool, kneading the soft flesh as laughs at your surprised expression. “I’m supposed to be working!”

He rolls his eyes. “Makino doesn’t even pay you. Take a break with me.”

You finally comply, silently agreeing that you were working way harder than you wanted to be. Makino was busy with patrons at the other side of the bar, and most of the pirates that you were catering to were either passed out or too drunk to comprehend anything.

Shanks settles you into his lap as he brings his lips to yours. He cups your face with hand as you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into him. His warmth envelopes you as you play with the ends of his hair while he caresses your backside.

“I want to try something,” Shanks mumbles into your neck as you pull away for some air.

You hum, encouraging him to continue.

“Let me put my cock in you.”

You freeze. Out of all the things he could have said, that was the last thing on your mind.

“Shanks, we’re in public! In—in front of your crew!” You whisper through clenched teeth and look around frantically, hoping no one heard him.

He sighs, a crease forming between his brow. “Not like that. I’m not going to fuck you now. Just…let it rest in there.” He starts to trail kisses down your neck. “It’ll feel good for both of us.”

“But what if they see?” you ask shakily, your hands grasping onto his broad shoulders for support.

Shanks grabs your chin and turns your head to face him. “C’mon, babe. Everyone’s already slurring their speech. They won’t be able to remember anything come tomorrow morning. And if they do, then they just know you belong to me.”

You bite your lip, chewing on it as you get lost in thought. His words had a wave of heat surging through your body, but you still had to think rationally about what you were about to do. It was risky, but it may just be worth it.

“Alright,” you confirm. Shanks grins heartily, smile lines becoming prominent around his eyes. You move your body so that it covers his front, and you start to slowly remove his cock from their breaches. Through his pants you can already feel how hard he was, pulsing through the material.

You pull your skirt up slightly and push your underwear to the side. You dip your fingers inside yourself, not surprised to feel that you were already wet. You lower yourself onto Shanks as he hisses, his cock throbbing as you slowly guide him inside of you.

Fully seated on his lap now, you adjust your skirt so that it covers where the two of you remain connected. 

“There we go,” he soothes. “Nice and full, huh?” You whine and give him a curt nod, trying to stop your body from reacting from the amount of pleasure surging through it at that moment. No one seems to notice what the two of you were doing, but it still sends a thrill down your spine.

You continue to kiss him as you clench down onto cock. He groans at the sensation, pleasing you even more. Shanks runs his hand down to your lower stomach, stroking the area.

“You feel me in there?”

His large hand continues to rub circles in the area, pressing down in spots that make you gasp. You can feel him in there—so much more than usual, now that he’s not pumping in and out. It feels more intimate with him like this, and you lean into his chest as your walls continue to tighten.

You begin to shift ever-so-slightly on top of Shanks and arch into him as he groans into your lips and stills your hips with his hand. “You’re killing me, baby.” 

You laugh, and your pussy clenches around him even more. 

“Won’t be able to last any longer,” he pants and burrows his face into your neck.

“Good,” you tease, smirking as you see his eyes heat up. His cock pulsates, and his orgasm is silent, the only indicator being the clench of his jaw and the slight quiver in his brow.

“Hey, I need some help over here!” Makino’s voice rings throughout the bar, and suddenly you’re brought back to reality, remembering just exactly where you were and what kind of situation you were in. You remove yourself from Shanks’ lap, shuddering at the sudden heat from him leaving your body.

“Coming!” You say, slapping Shanks in the leg as he snickers behind you.

You adjust your skirt, ignoring the cum that starts to leak out of you as you scurry to help Makino with the bar patrons. The whole time, you can feel Shanks’ eyes follow you.

Two Years│ OPLA! Shanks x f!reader

A/N: Phew, my obsession with this man is getting out of hand... More than six thousand words—this is crazy 😭 I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did! Summary: It's been two years since you disappeared, and Shanks finally gets close to finding you. Word Count: 6.1K Warnings: English isn't my first language; mentions of kidnapping; crying; reader gets humiliated; swear words; pet names (love); one character that I made up for the purpose of this story

Two years. That's how long Shanks has been looking for you. Two tedious years that he spent thinking, searching, worrying. There were times when he wanted to give up, too tired to do anything, but he knew he couldn't. He knew you were there somewhere, waiting for him. He knew you were counting on him to come and bring you back home.

He would never leave you. As long as there was even a small chance of finding you, he'd never stop trying. But it was getting harder and harder for him. The false information that would always lead him nowhere, the people lying to him, the thought of you being God knows where, probably hurting, and him not being able to help you kept him awake at night.

He wanted you back at his side, safe and sound, laughing at his silly jokes. He wanted to wrap his hands around you and never let you go. He wanted to kiss you; to have you as close to him as possible. He wanted to see you sit on the porch of your house, waiting for him to come back home.

That's where you were supposed to be two years ago. He was so excited to finally see you that he practically ran to your house. But all he found were empty rooms that would remain empty for the next twenty-four months. At first he didn't think anything of it, but when the minutes without you turned into hours and the hours turned into days, he knew something was wrong.

For a moment, he thought that maybe you left on purpose. Maybe you got tired of waiting for him; maybe you found someone else and decided to start a new life. But that idea disappeared as quickly as it appeared. He cursed himself for even thinking that in the first place.

He knew you'd never do that. You loved each other too much. You would never leave him. And that meant that something happened to you. As soon as he realized this, he put the entire crew on their feet. They have searched every little corner of your village. They asked almost every single person about you. Nothing. No one knew anything, or they didn't want to say anything.

And it was then that Shanks swore to himself and to you, wherever you were, that he would do anything to find you. He'd bring you home to him, where you belonged. No matter what.

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"Okay, let's go through this one more time." Benn asked, leaning back in his chair. "We have a case of disappearances all around this side of the coast, but how exactly does that connect to Y/N? We're weeks away from her hometown. How do you know that the same people who kidnapped others around here also took her?"

"I don't." Shanks sighed, staring at the maps laid out in front of him. "But what I do know is that it's the first solid clue I got in weeks, and if it may lead me to Y/N, then I'm going to investigate it."

Benn turned his head to look at his captain, and it took everything in him not to frown at his sight. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his orbits were pretty much empty. He looked as if every single emotion had been shaken out of him. He was obviously tired, and the worry was slowly wearing him down. Benn knew they had to find you as fast as possible, not only for your own good but also for Shanks'. A few more months without you, and his captain might lose it. But it was easier said than done.

"I know, boss." Benn nodded. "I'm on your side in this, and you can count on me. I'll always help you. But I just don't want you to set your mind on this too strongly. She disappeared two years ago, miles and miles away from here. She could be anywhere. If she's close, we're lucky. But if she's not... I don't want you to break down." He said gently, reaching for the bottle of rum standing on the table.

"I won't." Shanks answered quietly, keeping his eyes on the map. "I can't. She's waiting for me, and I'm gonna find her. Whatever it takes." 

"Whatever it takes." Benn raised his glass and then brought it to his lips.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Yasopp walked in.

"Captain!" He called out, coming closer to the table. "I've got something."

"Speak." Shanks ordered shortly, straightening in his seat.

"We asked around, and people didn't really want to talk." He admitted, sitting down. "But a few that did all said the same thing. The mayor here, Crane or something like that, is controlling everything that goes on in this town and in the miles around it. If anybody knows something about these kidnappings, it's him."

"Where can I find him?" Shanks asked, feeling a spark of hope ignite in his heart, though his face remained serious.

"He lives out of town. That big ass mansion we passed by, it's his." Yasopp informed him, pouring himself a glass of rum as well.

Shanks knew he was going to pay that man a visit, but he still turned to Benn, wanting his opinion.

"What do you think?"

"I say go for it." Benn nodded. "It's the closest we've gotten to something in weeks."

"Let's hope mayor Crane accepts guests, 'cause he's gonna have one tomarrow." Shanks sighed, taking a sip of his own drink.

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It was an early evening the next day when Shanks and Benn made their way to the mayor's house. When they reached the residence, they were met with a closed gate guarded by two men who would not let them pass.

"The mayor isn't accepting residents today." One of the guards said, putting his hand on the handle of his sword to emphasize his point.

"For the hundredth time, we're not residents here." Shanks said calmly, ignoring the arising anger within him. "I'm here to talk business. Go inside and tell your mayor that a man named Shanks wants to talk with him." 

"We're not leaving until we get an answer from the mayor himself." Benn added, backing his captain up.

The guards exchanged looks for a moment, as if they wanted to communicate telepathically, when one of them finally moved and started heading towards the mansion.

"That's a lot of security for a mayor." Shanks noticed after a few minutes, looking around the premises. 

Apart from the two men guarding the gate, there were around a dozen others scattered all around the place. Some of them were armed with swords, others with guns. The house looked more like a fortress than an ordinary mayor's residence.

"Yhym." Benn nodded. "Something tells me he's much more than a mayor." He whispered, leaning closer to Shanks so only he could hear him. 

"I guess we're about to find out." Shanks motioned with his head to the guard walking out of the house. 

"You may come in." The man said, when he reached the gate. "Alone." He added, looking straight at Shanks.

"I'll wait here." Benn promised, taking a step back. "Good luck." He patted his captain gently on the back with a reassuring smile plastered on his face.

"Yeah, thanks." Shanks nodded and went through the gate. 

Just as much as he didn't want to, he cringed slightly when he heard the gate closing behind him. Something told him there was much more to the mayor than you could see at first glance. He followed the guard inside the house. He felt closer to you than ever, and he was going to risk it all if it meant getting you back.

When they walked inside, he was not surprised by the luxury furniture, the carpeted floors, the tapestries on the walls, and the crystal chandeliers. He knew the mayor was wealthy; he was a politician after all, but even politicians didn't have that much money. Whatever the mayor was doing on the side, it was clearly paying off. 

He was taken to a huge dining room. There was a long table right in the middle, and a man was waiting for him on one of the sides, sitting on the biggest chair. It was an older man, obviously rich and definitely not starving, in contrast to some of his residents. He had an unsettling smile on his face, and he didn't stand up to welcome his guest. 

"You must be Shanks." He quirked an eyebrow at him and then turned to the guard. "You may leave us."

"You must be mayor Crane." Shanks bowed his head stiffly and came up to the table. 

He sat down without an invitation, right on the other side of the table, so he could be fully facing him. Shanks knew how to be respectful, and he knew the rules of how to act at a fancy dinner, but he wasn't going to apply them in that situation. It was as clear as day that the man in front of him was not a good person. Besides, he fully believed that respect should be earned and not expected.

"I must admit it's bold of you to come here when your bounty poster is plastered all over my town." Crane grinned, trying to hide his annoyance with his guest's lack of manners. 

"Well, something tells me that if you wanted the marines to have me, they'd already be here." Shanks shrugged his shoulders. "It's not like I've been hiding."

The mayor chuckled at his words.

"Like I said, bold." He nodded. "I was just curious about you; that's why I let you come. I was wondering, what could you possibly offer me that would be worth more than the money for your head?" 

"I'm not here to offer you anything." Shanks shook his head. "I'm looking for some information, and I was hoping you could help me." He admitted, looking around the room.

He noticed a servant standing in the shadow behind the mayor, right next to the door that he thought led to the kitchen. He could smell a nice scent of something cooking in the air.

"Information costs." Crane warned him, the smile disappearing from his face. 

"I'm sure it does." Shanks said, returning his eyes to the mayor. "I'm here to..." He didn't get to finish his sentence because the mayor interrupted him.

"I was just about to eat dinner." He informed him. "Would you care to join me?"

"Does it cost something too?" Shanks couldn't help but make a snide remark.

Crane once again laughed at his words but didn't comment on them. Instead, he turned in his seat to address his servant.

"Tell the kitchen we're ready to eat, and then pour this gentleman some wine."

"Yes, sir." The man nodded and then disappeared behind the door.

"I don't want to be rude, but I'm really pressed for time." Shanks admitted, slowly starting to get tired of this exchange.

He wanted to find you. That's why he came there in the first place. He could've gotten the information he needed at the very beginning, but he got caught up in this mutual incitement instead.

"Don't worry, we will talk." Crane waved his hand nonchalantly. "I'd rather get to know you more before I say something. I don't do business with strangers."

"That's not a very good strategy, now, is it?" Shanks asked, leaning back in his chair, so the servant could pour the wine into his glass. "Thank you." He nodded. 

"It is, when it's information that you sell." The mayor tilted his head to the side, as if he wanted to read Shanks' mind. "I need to know I can trust you before I say anything."

"You don't even know what I want to ask about." Shanks sighed, swirling the glass in his hand. "Besides, how can I know I can trust you?"

"You can't." Crane shrugged his shoulders. 

Shanks took a deep breath, trying to calm down his nerves. He didn't get to do anything else because the door to the kitchen opened and people started walking in, carrying trays with food and drinks. Silence fell upon the two men when the servants started putting the dishes down on the table. Shanks wondered why there was so much food for only two people, but he figured it was normal in rich households. Food was never a problem for them. 

All of a sudden, he heard a loud crash from under the kitchen door, as if an entire plate had fallen to the floor and broken into pieces. He turned his head to see what happened, and his heart stopped. You were standing there, your hands shaking, staring straight at him. There were pieces of porcelain and food all around your feet. Before he could somehow react, Crane's voice cut the air. 

"What did you do?!" He asked loudly, standing up.

You immediately crouched down and started picking up the pieces. You managed to keep your composure, but you could barely control your pounding heart. Tears appeared in your eyes, against your will. You wanted to drop everything and run into Shanks' arms, but you knew you couldn't. You had to act like it was an accident that had nothing to do with him. 

It took everything in Shanks to not get up from the table. He did feel as if he was getting closer to you, but he did not expect you to be in the mayor's house. His thoughts were racing in his head as he tried to figure out what to do next. He had to push away his desire to strangle Crane with his bare hands right then and there. He was the one who had you all this time... Shanks came to him for information, and instead he found you. It all felt like a fever dream.

"I'm sorry." You said, your voice shaking as you picked up the pieces. "It slipped out of my hand."

"What are we supposed to eat now?" Crane raised his voice even more, coming up to you. "You can't do anything!" He added, kicking the pieces away from your shaking fingers.

Shanks' blood boiled in his veins, and he wanted nothing more than to stand up and beat the shit out of that man. If the situation were any different, he would never let him disrespect you like that, but considering the circumstances, Shanks knew he had to stay in his seat and act like nothing unusual had happened. Otherwise, you'd both be in danger. 

"There's enough food on the table." He said as calmly as possible, gripping the armrests of his chair. "It's okay."

"No, it's not okay." Crane shook his head. "You're not getting dinner for that tonight; you understand?" He asked you, squeezing your arm as you had already gotten up from the floor. 

"I understand." You whispered, and after you gave Shanks a last frigthened glance, you returned to the kitchen.

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When Shanks walked out of the mayor's house, it was already dark outside. After everything that happened, he had to come up with some new story on the spot that was believeable enough for Crane to buy it. It was hard for him since he couldn't stop thinking about you and about what could possibly happen to you for dropping that plate apart from going to sleep hungry. He'd already forgotten what he and the mayor talked about, but he didn't care anymore. He knew he'd be getting back into that house sooner rather than later to save you, and he'd kill anyone who stood in his way of getting you back. Even Crane himself.

Benn was waiting for him, like he promised he would. He stood up from the side of the road when he saw his captain walking through the gate. 

"And?" He asked, coming up to him.

"She's inside." Shanks answered quietly as they started making their way back to town and to their ship. 

"What do you mean she's inside?" Benn whispered, his eyes going wide. 

"I mean, she's fucking inside." Shanks said through gritted teeth. "Y/N is inside."

"What is she doing there?" Benn sped up to keep pace with his captain, who was almost jogging due to the nerves and stress. 

"She's having a party." Shanks sighed sarcastically. "What the fuck do you think?" He added, moving his hair away from his face. 

He was so nervous and so worried that he had almost no energy to explain anything to his first mate. All he could think about was how to get you out of there as fast as possible, safe, and sound. His heart hurt, knowing that you were waiting for him at that exact moment. He knew you were hoping he would come and save you, but he was actually leaving you behind. 

"What are we going to do?" Benn asked, ignoring Shanks' snarky comment.

"We're coming back for her." Shanks responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Woah, hey." Benn grabbed his arm to stop him. "I know you're worried, Cap, and that you want to help her, but we need a plan here. Didn't you see the men around the house? I'm sure there is even more inside. We can't just barge in and expect everything to go smoothly."

"I don't care if it goes smoothly." Shanks admitted, shaking Benn's hand off his arm. "I'm gonna kill every single one of those fuckers if I have to. I'm not leaving her there." He added, resuming his walk. 

"I'm not telling you to leave her." Benn started carefully. "But let's just think about it for a moment. Is there any chance to get inside quietly and unnoticed?" 

"Benn, I don't have time to think about this." Shanks shook his head. "Crane might be suspecting something. I have to get there as fast as possible. And if you so desperately need a plan, I can do this without you. I already told you I'd do whatever it takes to get her back."

"And I already told you that I'll always help you." Benn reminded him, once again stopping him so they could look at each other. "And so will the others. We're getting her back. Whatever it takes." He said, reaching out his hand to his captain.

"Thank you." He nodded, shaking Benn's hand.

They were coming for you. All you had to do was hold on for just a little bit longer.

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You came back to your shared room alone when the other servants stayed for dinner in the kitchen. You knew you could easily sneak in to grab at least a bite of something, but you wouldn't risk getting caught after everything that had happened. Instead, you decided to take advantage of the moment of peace, and you plopped down on your bed, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. 

Two years. That's how long you've been hoping that someone would find you. No, not someone. Shanks. And he finally did. You knew he was coming back for you. There was no chance he'd leave you alone after he saw you in that dining room. You were sure he visited Crane because of you, but taking his surprised expression into account, it was obvious he didn't actually expect to meet you there. 

You knew him so well that just one look at his face told you everything you had to know. In those long two years, he has never stopped searching for you. He probably picked up on your lead, which led him straight to the mayor's door, and he came to investigate it. If he knew you were there from the beginning, he would never lose even a second talking to Crane. No. He would come and get you right away.  

There was not a single day when you didn't think of escaping, and not a single day that you hadn't spent thinking if Shanks was looking for you. You never doubted him. Not even for a second. But being alone for so long, on your own, only able to count on yourself, it all had an effect on you. And you were too strong for too long. 

That's why you were crying. Seeing Shanks after all these years in which you tried to remember every detail of his face so you wouldn't go crazy, broke down the walls you spent so much time building to protect yourself. After you found yourself in Crane's house and learned his rules, you knew you couldn't show too much weakness. Not only in front of him, but also in front of his men and in front of the other servants, because even though you were all there against your will, there was no friendship between you. Only the need to survive. And it was stronger than anything.

You should've been happy that finally the time came for you to be saved, but you couldn't stop the tears from flowing. You were still imprisoned, and Shanks was now in danger too. Nothing yet has happened, and everything could go wrong. You didn't even know how long you would have to wait for Shanks to come back for you. Would it be hours? Days? Weeks?

You only hoped that he had a proper plan. That he wouldn't throw himself right in the middle of a vipers' nest just to get to you. You managed to hold on for so long. What could a few more days do to you? He had to be careful; otherwise, you could both end up dead, and all the pain, crying, and worrying would be for nothing.

The stress and tears tired you so much that you didn't even notice falling asleep.

It was the middle of the night when you woke up to a hand clasping your mouth. Your eyes went wide, and your first instinct was to scream, but you recognized the man hovering above you just in time to stay silent. Your heart slowed down as you realized you were not in danger. 

Benn put his finger to his lips, showing you to be quiet. You nodded, and only then did he take his palm away from your face. He reached out his hand to you to help you get up. You gladly accepted it and let him pull you to your feet. 

You knew it was not the place or time to do this, but you couldn't help yourself. You were so thrilled to finally have a friend you trusted with your life so close to you that you put your arms around his neck, your hands shaking. You sighed in relief when he wrapped his hands around you. 

"I'm happy to see you too, but we have to go." He whispered into your ear. 

You nodded against his shoulder, and taking a deep breath, you took a step back. You could barely see the faint smile on his face in the darkness, but you smiled back nonetheless, blinking the tears away. You once again grabbed his palm, and you left the room as quietly as you could. 

A few lamps in the corridor were still on, but the light was very dim. There would be no problem hiding in a shadow if necessary. You and Benn were both on your tiptoes as you made your way downstairs, looking around and stopping every few seconds to make sure there was no one there. 

You somehow managed to reach the kitchen without bumping into anyone. You had no idea how Benn got into the house unnoticed without triggering the alarm, but that was not your biggest concern at the moment. You still had to get out, and that could not be easy. 

"What are we doing here?" You asked quietly, letting him drag you along. 

"We're gonna leave through the pantry." He answered, opening the door to the storage room.

You went inside and, carefully avoiding the shelves covered with food, reached the door on the other side of the room. Then you stopped. You didn't say anything, seeing even in the dark that Benn was listening for something. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Not even a minute later, the same knock came from outside the door, and Benn pressed the handle. A chilly air hit your face when you walked out of the house. You took a deep breath and smiled, seeing Yasopp leaning against the wall. 

"Hey." He grinned.

"Hey." You whispered, your eyes filling with tears.

Just seeing your friends made you want to cry. You could only imagine your reaction to Shanks once you were together again.

Exactly. Shanks.

"Where's Shanks?" You asked, looking around. 

There was no one else in the garden apart from you and the two men. Or at least you didn't see anyone.

"On the ship." Benn answered quietly, pulling you closer to Yasopp, so all three of you could be well hidden in the shadow of the building. 

You had mixed feelings about this. On one hand, you were happy he didn't put himself at risk for you, and on the other, you were disappointed he wasn't there. You couldn't wait to see him, and now you'd have to wait until you were on the ship. That is, if you even made it out of the property. 

"What are we waiting for?" You sighed, seeing the fence just a few feet away. 

It was all going too smoothly for your liking. You knew Crane had armed men guarding the house and premises. You had to serve them several times, and you saw them from the windows. But now the garden was empty and quiet. Something didn't feel right. 

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the front of the house. You flinched at the sound as it pierced through the silent air. 

"For this." Benn grinned. "You ready?" He asked, squeezing your palm.

You didn't even get to answer because he started sprinting toward the fence, pulling you behind him. Yasopp was running right beside you, making sure nothing endangered you. You reached the wall in seconds. Yasopp climbed on it with ease and then reached out his hand for you to take it. Not even a minute passed, and all three of you were behind the fence.

"What the hell was that?" You asked when Benn once again grabbed your hand and you started running toward the trees growing near by. 

"Distraction!" Yasopp smiled, and then almost instantly tripped.

"Watch your step!" Benn scolded him. 

You ran into the forest, and when the boys made sure you were perfectly hidden, you stopped. Benn let go of your hand, and you bent over, trying to catch your breath. This was the craziest thing you have ever done. 

"The spot we used to sneak out was not guarded." Benn started explaining after a moment. "We watched them for a few hours to see if there was any possibility of getting in unnoticed. But once we had you, we couldn't risk someone wandering there right in that moment. Hence the distraction." He grinned. 

"But how did you know at what time we would leave the house?" You sighed, wiping the sweat from your forehead. 

"Gab was watching from behind the fence." Yasopp explained, shrugging his shoulders. "When he saw us, he moved to the front to set off the bomb."

"The bomb?!" You raised your voice, taken aback by his confession.

"Shhh." Benn shushed you, looking around. "It was just a little barrel with gunpowder, not a bomb, you idiot." He corrected his friend.

"A bomb or a barrel doesn't matter." A voice came from behind the trees, making you all jump. "What matters is that it worked." Gab grinned, walking up to you.

All three of you sighed in relief at his sight, and Yasopp lowered his gun. 

"Come on, they're waiting for us." He added, passing you by to walk deeper into the forest. 

You took a deep breath, smiling. It worked. You were free. And you were getting back to Shanks.

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It took you about 10 minutes to reach the port, during which you learned everything about the rescue plan. It turned out that, at first, there was no plan at all. Shanks really wanted to just barge in and take you back, but Benn managed to convince him to come up with at least an outline of some plan so it could be as safe as possible. 

When they finally planned their moves, the question of who would do it still had to be answered. Of course, Shanks was the first one to volunteer, but Benn, along with the rest of the crew, didn't think it was a good idea. Firstly, the plan could not work out, and then both you and Shanks would be in danger. Secondly, if they caught you, they would have no way of connecting it to Shanks (unless they recognized Benn, which was unlikely). And thirdly, most importantly, everyone knew how much you and Shanks cared for each other and how emotional getting back together would be for the both of you. And there would be no time for emotions while trying to escape a guarded house. 

So, the crew somehow convinced Shanks to stay on the ship and wait for you. They promised to get you back to him safe and sound, and he had no reason to doubt them. They never failed him after all. 

He was pacing back and forth on the main deck as minutes passed, and there was still no sight of you. He was so stressed that it began to affect the others, including Hongo, who couldn't help but comment as Shanks walked past him again.

"Relax, cap." He said gently. "They will be here." 

"They have five minutes." Shanks sighed. "If they aren't here by that time, we're going to help them."

"How about five seconds?" Benn's voice cut the air as he walked onto the main deck.

You were close behind him, with Gab and Yasopp following right after you. 

Shanks stopped in his tracks, and his whole body tensed up. He very slowly turned on his heel to face you, his heart pounding so hard against his chest that he was sure it would fall out. 

You stayed in your spot, not daring to move even a finger, afraid that he would disappear. You had so many dreams over the last two years where he appeared before you, just an arm's length away, but whenever you tried to touch him, he vanished. But the minute your eyes found each other, you knew he was real.

He had a smile on his face, but the tears shining in his eyes let you know that he was just as happy and relieved to see you as you were to see him. 

Yet you still couldn't move. You were afraid to take the first step. But Shanks wasn't. He started slowly walking toward you, keeping his eyes on your face. 

You didn't know if it was the sight of him coming to meet you or some invisible force pulling you, but the next thing you knew, you were sprinting toward him, trying to close the gap between you as fast as you could.

You crashed into him, wrapping your hands around his neck as he grabbed you by your waist. You felt him lift you from the ground just a little bit. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You weren't crying. You were sobbing. You've been waiting for this for two years. You were finally together again, and it triggered all the bottled-up emotions.

His grip on you tightened even more, pulling you as close to him as possible.  

"I missed you so much." You sobbed, moving your one hand to the back of his head to graze your fingers through his hair.

"I know, love." He whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "I missed you too."

You only squeezed him harder. It was difficult for both of you to say more. You were both too much of a mess to explain anything.

"Are you hurt?" He asked after a minute or two, carefully placing you back on the ground. 

"No." You sniffled.

"Let me look at you..." He pleaded softly, pulling away just enough to see your face clearly.

It was as if he was afraid that any faster movement would make you disappear and that if he wasn't careful enough, he would startle you. 

"You look good." He said, gently placing one of his hands on your cheek.

"Do I?" You smiled through the tears.

You were still wearing your servant clothes, your hair was tangled from sleeping and running, and your face was all wet from crying.

"You do." He nodded. "You're standing in front of me, alive and safe, after all these years... You had never been more beautiful." He finally smiled. 

You let out a quiet chuckle as he pulled you in for one more, short hug.

"I'm sorry it took so long..." He sighed. "I'm really sorry." He added, planting a kiss on your temple.

"Don't be." You whispered, tighetening your arms around him. "I knew you'd come for me sooner or later. I'd wait for you for as long as needed. You have nothing to apologize for." You promised, pulling away slightly so you could wipe the tears from his face. 

"I should've come for you myself." He said, bringing your hand to his lips so he could kiss the inside of your palm. 

"No. I'm glad you didn't put yourself at risk. I was afraid you would. You did the right thing." You smiled. "Besides, you couldn't send a better rescue team for me." You added, looking over your shoulder to where the others stood. 

Shanks moved his head to the side so he could see his crewmates as well. 

"Yeah, I-" He started, but then he raised his eyebrows, surprised. "Are you crying?" He asked, staring straight at Benn.

"No." Benn answered shortly, quickly wiping the tears from his face. 

"He totally is." Yasopp grinned, patting his friend on the back. 

"Shut up." Benn frowned, pushing his hand away.

"Alright, alright." Shanks chuckled, stopping their bickering. "I wanted to thank you." He said. "Thank you for bringing her back to me." 

Benn let out a sigh, blinking rapdily so he wouldn't start crying again. You smiled to yourself as you wrapped your hand around Shanks' waist so you could be both facing them. 

"It's no problem, cap." Gab waved his hand nonchalantly. "You can always count on us. Both of you. No matter what." He promised.

"Thank you." You and Shanks nodded at the same time. 

After that, everybody started slowly coming back to their duties, and you soon left the port, leaving all the scary moments behind you. 

You were lying with Shanks in his bed, your head resting on his chest as you listened to his heartbeat. He had his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close. He couldn't take his hands off of you ever since you reunited. 

"Won't Crane go after us?" You asked, breaking the comfortable silence between you. 

Just as happy as you were to finally be free, you couldn't shake off the thought of Crane following you, wanting revenge. 

"No." Shanks answered gently, stroking your back. "We made sure he wouldn't. Don't worry about it." 

"What do you mean?" You raised your head so you could look at him. "I know everything went as you planned, but I'm pretty sure he figured out what happened. He may want to..." You didn't get to finish because Shanks interrupted you. 

"He won't." He said confidently, but his voice was still as soft as ever. "You're not in danger anymore, my love. You're safe. We all are. I promise." He smiled, moving his hand to your face to caress your cheek. 

You knew he'd never lie to you. If he said it was done, then it was. The question of what he did to keep you safe still remained unanswered, but that was a conversation for another time.

"I love you." He admitted. "So much." He added, grazing his thumb gently over your cheekbone. 

"I love you too." You smiled. "So much." You repeated his words, leaning in for a kiss. 

There was still much talking and explaining to do, but it didn't matter in that moment. What mattered was that you were together again. After two long years of being separated, he finally found you. And you would never stop loving each other. Your whole world, just for a minute or two, was at peace.

This is so good!!

Shanks & his Empress of Amazon Lily. 

Summary: Just as every former Empress of the Maiden Island had succumbed to a love sickness, you were not the exception. 

Idea: Shanks / Empress of Amazon Lily 

2594 words. 

After Shakky departed from Amazon Lily due to her love sickness, her position of power had fallen onto you. As the new Empress of the Kuja Tribe and the Captain of the Kuja Pirates, you upheld the image as the island’s pinnacle of womanhood. You were a rose that stood apart from the rest of the garden, though every rose has its thorns as well. You were respected, admired, yet also feared across the seas all the same. Creating a reputation as a notorious Pirate Empress created instances where individuals or groups were seen as fools to challenge someone so formidable, this current event in particular being one of them. 

The Kuja Pirates were presently docked at an island in the East Blue rich with agriculture, stocking up on a multitude of food supplies for the venture back towards Amazon Lily. Unfortunately for you, a particular red-haired captain and his crew happened to dock at a harbour on the other end of the island. This placed you in your current predicament, the stallholder felt nervous as he watched the two captains in anticipation, wondering whether he should intervene or not. You glared at the man in front of you as he did the same, both so thoroughly invested in intimidating the other for a fresh batch of lobster… Besides that, you knew of the captain standing in front of you to be Red-Hair Shanks. He was a pirate recently gaining more attention because of his battles against Marine Hunter, Dracule Mihawk. His trademark besides his striking red hair was the straw hat, shading the rugged look he had. 

Meanwhile, Shanks– while glaring at you– had been attentively observing the details of your face. Like you have heard about him, he has heard twice as much about you. He’s heard about your strength and accomplishments that have made you the threat you are today. Though he’s also heard about your beauty and grace, like a rose covered in thorns, prickling anyone that dares to cross you. He thought of you as a dangerous beauty, with your eyes as the most striking feature. Shanks imagined you’d make an amazing addition to his crew even if you already had one of your own, it couldn’t hurt to ask, right? But it did hurt to ask, just a little. He watched as the tension in your shoulders fell as a look of shock and confusion harboured your face, before bursting out into a fit of laughter, a pleasant mix of disbelief and amusement. Shanks felt rather flushed but quickly sank the feeling down as he took in the joy that was in your laugh. He found it endearing. So once again, he asked– not for you to join his crew– but for you to join him in walking around the island while gathering supplies. 

He watched as a flash of hesitancy crossed your face, but chose to wait for a verbal answer. You, after gaining quite a good laugh from the man, felt a slight pull towards him. You were intrigued by the enigma presented before you. The newspapers formed a rather serious and unapproachable impression of the red-haired captain, though it seems to be quite the opposite now. You wanted to take a walk with Shanks, but as a resident of a Maiden Island, particularly being its Empress, you weren’t expected to casually frolic with that of a man. However, when you thought back to the stories you had heard from your former Empress and her experiences with the man named Rayleigh, you wanted to see if you could experience the same. Shakky had described it as elating, unforgettable, yet a fleeting experience for a Pirate Empress tied down to their duties. So, you accepted his invitation. In response, he gave you a bright smile. One that stunned you in place as you took note of how his lips curled up into something so radiant. If anything, it was like the sun allowing the roses of its garden to thrive in its light. You felt your heart begin to blaze, though buried it deep as you fell into place beside him to walk through the village. It was at this instance, that both captains had completely forgotten about their competition over some lobster, and the duties that their crews required of them to complete. 

You found his presence to be freeing, there was no need for formalities. Shanks made that clear when he tried to amuse you with chopsticks in his nose, to which you walked away in response. You thought of the man as a fool, but a kind one. You noticed how he interacted with the children he came across, they all gleamed up at him with admiration despite his rising infamy as a pirate. You even noticed his subtle acts of service when he stopped a cart of fruits from spilling over without the villagers noticing, or when he ‘accidentally’ dropped a few coins for the man wishing to buy his child a dessert. He continued to smile ever so brightly, setting the whole island alight even as the sun began to descend. Shanks was a fool, you continued to think, but a charming one at that. You wondered if this is what Shakky experienced in her own time alongside Rayleigh, and if every single moment from today would continue to be something alike now. Surely not, life was not perfect. Though your eyes displayed such exuberance that made you want to cherish this experience and the others that may follow after this one, even if it was fleeting as you were once told. 

Shanks almost couldn’t remember the last time he felt that he could rest. Typically, he’d be more elated at gaining more acknowledgment as a pirate, though the attention from the Marines and the World Government had begun to weigh more on his crew. He could see it in their expressions, even on his own when faced with a mirror. Hence his crew was currently sailing around the East Blue to rest up, leading up to his current situation. As he stuck the chopsticks up his nostrils, he turned to you for your reaction. He took in the way you covered your mouth to stifle a laugh, your fingers creating an opening to see how your lips went up into a beautiful curve. Shanks felt pride in being able to make you smile at his foolishness, even when you walked away to hide your own amusement. You were a rose with thorns, but still possible to grasp as long as you gently pulled out its spikes. He watched as you interacted with the environment with such grace in each of your steps and inquisitiveness in the enchanting eyes you possessed. He noticed how you usually came to the villagers with questions regarding things you held curiosity for. You were fascinating yourself, but still so intrigued by the world around you that it urged him to show you more if possible. Shanks was quite aware of who you were, an Empress of the Maiden Island and notorious Captain of the Kuja Pirates. He’d assumed you already knew a vast amount of knowledge about the seas and more, so he wanted to help with things you might’ve not known about. Shanks would beam when he explained something and the way your eyes would gleam at the discovery of new information. You were indeed a rose that flourished in the sun even as it set on the horizon. 

As you parted ways with Shanks, you continued to stare back at the island aboard your ship, even as it became a minuscule block in your sight until it disappeared. Shakky was correct, it was a euphoric and unforgettable experience, though fleeting. Fortunately for you, this first meeting would not be the last. One year later, on an island in the Grand Line, you found yourself sitting beside the same red-haired captain. Only this time, he was without donning his straw hat and missing an arm. You took note of how his eyes held a new hope and how his personality only became increasingly charming the last you’d seen him. Though most of all, you noticed how his foolishness stayed present, despite seemingly becoming more serious in his role as Captain of the Red-Hair Pirates. The two of you chatted over a few drinks, ending with you inviting him to take a stroll around the island, to which he accepted with the same brilliant grin he decided to grace you with months ago. This became a daily occurance should you dock on the same island as Shanks, each conversation turning into a walk-and-talk around the archipelagos. Your crew, including his, noticed how every few islands their captains would disappear for hours, only to come back with their duties having been forgotten. Benn Beckman in particular, saw how every once in a while, Shanks would return with a more elated expression than usual, his mind elsewhere until Beckman would scold him for discarding his duties. Unbeknownst to his first-mate, he was only that ecstatic because of the time spent with you. He thought of you as a rose that he could hold without its thorns making him bleed. 

Though you both continued to hold your own goals as you two sailed across the seas, there were times where one would linger in the other's thoughts more often than not. This became apparent after Gloriosa noticed how you’d stare off into the sea every time she would address you in your sleeping chambers, as if you had something else you’d rather be thinking of. Your mind drifting off continued until Gloriosa returned with news regarding a new Emperor of the Sea, the mention of Shanks’ name had your head turning in a speed that startled even Gloriosa herself. Your elder stepped in beside you as your eyes gazed upon the paper with an image of the Red-Hair Pirates claiming their glory, taking note of how your hand lingered over the captain’s face. It had been long since your last meeting with the red-haired captain, longer than usual, and it may have tore away at your thoughts at times as you had come to enjoy his company. You thought of him as a sun that you allowed yourself the privilege to bask in without burning. Gloriosa, staring at you with suspicion, began a subtle interrogation on your connection to the Emperor. You were able to answer her questions without faltering until she had asked a rather forward one, did you hold feelings for Red-Hair Shanks? 

Without warning, Gloriosa watched as your face burst into a shade of deep red, almost the same shade as the mentioned man’s hair. Your lips parted multiple times to speak, yet your mouth ran dry at every attempt. Your gaze went everywhere but the paper that held the image of the red-haired captain, never letting your eyes linger for more than a second if it did. You felt the thumps of your heart making an attempt to burst out of your chest, your back falling against the sheets and taking deep breaths in an attempt to quell it. You felt warm, like the sun had invited itself into your room. You felt like you were burning, though unaware of the reason why. Normally, you disliked burning, though this felt more passionate and embracing, rather than the burning of an emotion like hatred. Gloriosa gaped at you with shock as she watched the same sickness she’s seen for generations overcome the current Empress of Amazon Lily. The elder ordered the concerned guards out of the room, fanning you with a nearby folding fan as you gathered your thoughts. As soon as you were able to sit back up, Gloriosa ordered you to listen to her carefully– that the sickness you had caught was not a joke. You’d thought her to be serious until she told you that you were in love, your face becoming warm yet again. You then allowed your mind once more to focus on Shanks. You thought him to be captivating. His smile, his charms, his foolishness, his warmth. These were only a few of the traits that you’ve come to admit that you admired so deeply. Gloriosa watched as your mind drifted off once again and sighed, leaving you to sort out your love sickness on your own.  

However, as soon as the elder had opened the doors to your chambers, a warrior had stumbled in with a rather frantic expression. The young woman’s gaze switched between you and Gloriosa, apologizing profusely for her interruption before reporting that there was a situation along the island’s coast. Upon hearing the urgency in her voice, you stood firm on your feet, the symptoms of your love sickness having disappeared for the time being. Immediately, you took your cloak as you headed out into the halls of your tower, commanding the warrior to report on more details of the issue. Apparently, there had been a break-in on the island and multiple groups were currently out looking for the perpetrator. Gloriosa followed closely behind the two of you, only halting in her step when you did. The older woman behind you watched on in horror as your breaths became shallow and the thumps in your heart began once more. Though you had felt warm inside of the walls of your room, you were sweltering now, holding yourself against a windowsill for balance support. Despite the condition you were dealing with, you continued to walk forwards. Ignoring the pleas of the two to rest, you only turned back when Gloriosa said you would not be able to handle the situation accordingly in your condition, cutting her off with a single look. As it was clear that you would deal with the perpetrator, you commanded the warrior to retract their forces as you headed out into the sun. 

You stared at the fool standing across from you with utter disbelief, before glaring at him as his head hung back from laughter. The red-headed captain was drenched from his swim across the Calm Belt, his black coat hung up to dry allowing you to admire the way his white button up presently clung to his skin. You observed every detail of the elation that he displayed, from the way his eyes crinkled expressing genuine joy to the way he held his hand to his stomach when laughing too hard. You took notice of every crease around his eyes, the veins on his hand reaching up to his arms. Even his tousled red hair that you’d be able to discern in any crowd. Everything. Though you’ve always believed it, you thought him to be more radiant than ever as the sun graced his figure as he stood before you. Meanwhile Shanks, as his laughing ceased, took in your grace as the roses around you seemed to flourish more than they did when he arrived. He thought you were more beautiful than the last he had seen you, just as flowers bloom when the sun has risen. He wanted to hear your voice, to see your smile, to have the privilege to hold you even if he is pricked by thorns. Shanks would bleed for you. You made no attempt to stop him when he embraced your figure, feeling the burning sensation in your body despite the water seeping from his clothes to yours. His warmth was welcoming and passionate, he is the sun that you would allow yourself to burn in. The sun had invited himself into your garden.  A/N: i suck at dialogue so i avoided it woo

One piece Boys Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, and Shanks dating a female s/o who is a witch with powers like Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff.

~Luffy~

Luffy is initially fascinated by his girlfriend's powers, finding them both impressive and entertaining. He loves watching her manipulate energy and create illusions, often asking her to show off her abilities to their crewmates.

Despite her intimidating powers, Luffy finds his girlfriend's telepathic communication endearing. He loves being able to talk to her in his head, especially when they're in the middle of a battle or on separate ships.

Luffy often challenges his girlfriend to friendly competitions, testing her telekinesis against his physical strength. He loves seeing the different ways they can work together to overcome obstacles, combining her powers with his rubber abilities.

Luffy is protective of his girlfriend, especially when it comes to her ability to give enemies waking nightmares. He hates seeing her upset or distressed, and will do anything to make sure she feels safe and supported.

Despite their differences in power, Luffy and his girlfriend have a deep emotional connection. He admires her strength and resilience, and she appreciates his carefree spirit and unwavering loyalty.

Overall, Luffy and his witch girlfriend make a powerful and dynamic couple, using their unique abilities to navigate the treacherous waters of the Grand Line together.

~Zoro~

Zoro would be initially skeptical of his girlfriend's powers, but would soon come to admire and respect her abilities. He would find her telekinesis and energy manipulation particularly impressive, often watching in awe as she effortlessly moves objects with her mind or manipulates energy to protect them in battle.

Despite her intimidating powers, Zoro would always feel safe and protected by his witch girlfriend. He would trust her completely to have his back in any situation, knowing that she could easily handle any threats that came their way.

Zoro would also be fascinated by his girlfriend's ability to read people's thoughts and communicate telepathically. He would often find himself lost in conversation with her without ever speaking a word out loud, enjoying the intimate connection they shared through their minds.

When it comes to her ability to give enemies waking nightmares, Zoro would be both impressed and slightly terrified. He would never want to be on the receiving end of her powers, but would also be grateful to have her on his side in battle, knowing that she could easily incapacitate their opponents with a single thought.

Overall, Zoro would be endlessly fascinated by his witch girlfriend's powers, finding her abilities both impressive and alluring. He would feel lucky to have someone so strong and capable by his side, knowing that together they could conquer any challenge that came their way.

~Sanji~

Sanji fell head over heels for his witch s/o the moment he saw her effortlessly levitating off the ground with her powers. He was mesmerized by her grace and power, and found himself drawn to her mysterious aura.

Despite her intimidating abilities, Sanji quickly realized that his s/o was kind-hearted and gentle, using her powers for good rather than evil. He admired her strength and determination, and was constantly amazed by the things she could do with just a flick of her wrist.

One of Sanji's favorite things about his s/o was her ability to read people's thoughts and communicate with them telepathically. It made communication between them effortless, and allowed them to connect on a deeper level than he had ever experienced before.

Whenever Sanji found himself in a tough spot or facing a formidable enemy, his s/o would step in with her energy manipulation and give them a taste of their own medicine. Her powers were a force to be reckoned with, and Sanji felt lucky to have her on his side.

Despite the dangers that came with dating a witch, Sanji wouldn't have it any other way. He loved his s/o with all his heart, and was willing to stand by her side no matter what challenges they faced together.

~Ace~

Ace would be absolutely fascinated by his s/o's powers, finding them both incredible and slightly intimidating. He would love watching her manipulate energy and create illusions, always amazed by the extent of her abilities.

Their relationship would be filled with playful telekinetic battles, with Ace trying to outdo his s/o's powers with his own fire abilities. It would be a fun and exciting way for them to bond and show off their strengths to each other.

Ace would be incredibly protective of his s/o, knowing that her powers could easily draw unwanted attention from enemies. He would always be by her side, ready to defend her and support her in any situation.

Despite her intimidating powers, Ace would also find his s/o's ability to read people's thoughts and talk to them telepathically endearing. He would love being able to communicate with her without saying a word, forming a deep and intimate connection with her.

When it comes to giving her enemies waking nightmares, Ace would be both impressed and slightly wary of his s/o's darker abilities. He would trust her to use her powers responsibly, but would always be there to comfort her and remind her of the goodness within her.

Overall, Ace and his witch s/o would have a unique and powerful bond, filled with love, trust, and a shared appreciation for each other's extraordinary abilities.

~Shanks~

Shanks fell in love with his s/o the moment he saw her effortlessly levitating off the ground with her powers. He was captivated by her strength and grace, and he admired her ability to manipulate energy with such finesse.

Their relationship is built on trust and understanding, as Shanks respects her powers and never tries to control or limit them. He loves watching her perform feats of telekinesis and create stunning illusions with a flick of her wrist.

Shanks is always amazed by his s/o's ability to read people's thoughts and communicate with them telepathically. He finds it incredibly comforting to have someone who can understand him on such a deep level without even saying a word.

When his s/o uses her powers to give their enemies waking nightmares, Shanks is both impressed and slightly terrified. He knows she is a powerful witch, but he also knows she has a kind heart and would never use her abilities for malicious purposes.

Despite the dangers of her powers, Shanks feels safe and protected when he is with his s/o. He knows she will always have his back and will do whatever it takes to keep him safe. Together, they make a formidable team, using their combined strengths to navigate the treacherous waters of the Grand Line.

I want them oiled up, tied up, dolled up on my bed for my birthday/valentines.

THEY'RE SOO WOOF WOOF WOOF

the way my left hand started rubbing it randomly

not a gardener but I need their seed

i-im c-close..~!

Its pulsating their name in morse code 💓💓‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

Id wear it like lip gloss.

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.

new rules - dua lipa

don’t pick up the phone, you know he’s only calling cause he’s drunk and alone

- Shanks, Zoro, Law

don’t let him in, you’ll have to kick him out again

- Buggy, Sanji, Corazon/Rosi

don’t be his friend, you know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning

- Luffy, Ace, Sabo

If youre under him your not getting over him

- Crocodile, Mihawk, Doflamingo

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i will not be elaborating further

@fanaticsnail @sordidmusings

Adventure

Shanks x reader

Warning /!\ : curse word, alcohol, pervert

being an adventurer is not an easy job. People alway mistake me for a pirate. But no, i just love exploring. Why the hell would I want the marines on my back ?! Yes I made friends with some bad people. But risking my life like that ? I did not signed for that.

I travel for adventure, for knowledge, to make friends, to help people. I know the world government does not like people like me. But hey ! I respect the law. More than a pirate though.

I am driking at some I found today asking myself like everytime I am at a bar. How am I still alive ? All those month alone on Grand Line.

There is pirate here. I don't know them personnaly only by name. The red force, the crew of the red head Shanks with their captain. I heard alot about him. Rumor has it he's a jokester, an alcoholic and a pervert and an emperor of the sea.

So when I feel a hand on my ass. I immediatly though "It's him, I'm dead. But it wasn't.

It was another man, smelling alcohol. He take my wrist.

Hey girly ! I'm sure ya want funny time... No ?

I look at him up and down, he is drenched in alcohol and sweat. He has a bad saved beard. I almost puke. And there is also vomit on his shirt.

Hey big guy, let this pretty be. Ok ?

i wan't talking t'you. Bastard.

REd head stand on his feet with a dark smile. Thank you man, but with guy like him I don't need help. Shanks take a step toward us and the man pull me into him with lips in heart form. Before he can even touch me he knock him in the nuts with my knees.

The man fell screaming.

You'll pay bitch.

I laugh and kick him in the face.

Try, please.

The man stand up and ran out. I ear some others laugh to.

Hey girl ! Take a drink with us ! You seem fun !

I look at Shanks and sit with him.

I'm Shanks

Hard not to know. I'm y/n.

y/n, let me tell you it was a nice kick, I don't want to be that guy !

He laugh, he is not that pervert after all.

You're free tonight ?

I take it back.

Hello my dear!! As i promised here's my request. Can you write a Shanks x reader fic where they have been together for a really long time and beacsue of this Luffy looks at the reader like his mother figure? Like just imagen the Strawhats meet the reader and Luffys first reaction is to shout "Mother!" and the Strawhats are like "Wait.. That your mom???" i could imagine all of the being like really surprised XD and also obviously Shanks is there as well and tgat also cause another set of confusion like?? Shanks a big pirate?? Here?? I can just imagine the chaos and happiness that it would bring to Luffy

The Confession

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a/n: I'm baack and motivated than ever! so sorry for the long wait @smolracoon25 but I hope I did you justice with this one and I hope all of you readers enjoy it <3 I've put a little spin on the request and wrote an angsty romance with a happy ending x

(warning! description of drowning)

‘Look out!’

The sound of swords clashing filled your ears: Metal on metal clanking in a deathly duel against Red Haired Pirates and the Intruders.

‘I can handle myself Shanks!’ You exclaimed as you made your way to the butt of the deck in an attempt to escape the guy who was chasing you with a sword in his hands.

You were successful for a moment. Taking a quick look at your crewmates, you couldn't help but feel your heart shatter at the scene which unfolded before you. Most of the barrels were scattered on the floor, some of them were on fire: One of your crewmates was trapped in a corner and the others were fighting for their lives.

Your view was suddenly cut off by a larger and thus, threatening frame.

'Don't you dare come closer.’ You stated sternly but the quaver in your voice gave your fear away.

'What are you gonna do about that, princess?’ said the unwelcome pirate, clearly enjoying the display of his actions.

Upon hearing the disgusting cockiness and the nickname that came out of his mouth, you furrowed your eyebrows. 'Don’t you fucking dare! …Stop!’ You yelled, taking small steps backwards.

'You'll make a very pretty hostage, it's been so long since we had a woman on our ship.’

‘I said stop!’

Now, you were on the edge looking for someone to come to your aid. Your eyes wandered around in hopes of finding Shanks but to your misfortune, he was too busy trying to save the trapped crewmate.

For a split second, he looked back at you; the fierce and confident look in his eyes turned into a fearful one.

Knowing what's to come, he knocked the guys he was dealing with within a blink of an eye and rushed towards you but he was far away.

Seeing your gaze fixated somewhere else, the foreigner tried to take advantage of your distraction and took a step closer to you.

And out of instinct, you took a step back.

'NO!..’

Suddenly you were face to face with the sky: falling on your back, feeling the cold breeze on your skin.

As you were falling, you screamed Shanks' name at the top of your lungs with terror. The feeling of panic and adrenaline was coursing through you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited for the inevitable.

‘(Y/N)!’ he exclaimed rushing to you, knocking everyone and everything that got in his way.

…that was the last thing you heard before submerging deep into the depths of the ocean.

At first your back came in contact with the water's surface in which you felt a sharp stinging pain that spread all across your body. Feeling that pain, your eyes opened widely.

You tried holding your breath for as long as possible but after a few seconds, you inhaled some water which made you splutter, cough and inhale more.

There was a burning sensation in your chest, making you instinctively panic... Until you surrendered.

When you stopped fighting you felt calm, tranquil even. You knew what it meant: the loss of consciousness was showing its symptoms because of the oxygen deprivation.

In the meantime, Shanks was done with the intruders. The rage he had inside of him was enough to fight all of them. He was swinging his sword in such a delicate way that made his enemies fear and search for a place to hide. Your fall gave your crew a massive anger which they couldn't contain any longer and lashed out on the enemies with more power.

Seeing his mates handle the foreigners, Shanks immediately jumped off of the deck to save you. The water was dark, chilling and you were nowhere to be found: he had to swim deeper.

He didn't have the time to think about taking off his clothes before jumping, he had only removed his black coat. And the fact that he was wearing layers didn't make it easier for him to swim.

But luckily he found you quicker than expected and got a firm hold on you, manhandling you in order to waste no more time.

When both of you came up to the surface, he called out your name multiple times but you weren't responsive. Holding your fragile frame in his arms, with the help of his crewmates, he managed to get you back on the dock.

Looking at your face in desperation for a sign of life, he tried his really best to keep his composure. But the fear in his eyes was evident. Getting on his knees he laid you on your back, tears welling in his eyes while maintaining a stern, angry look on his face.

He gave you cpr, tried everything in his power but nothing seemed to bring you back to life… to him. After the last mouth to mouth, he was exhausted. He looked at his crewmates for hope, but all he saw was faces close to crying.

He then turned his gaze back to you, drained and hopeless. He put his hand on one of yours and held it gently. Your skin felt strange, it wasn't like what he was used to. With his thumb, he circled swift emotions on the back of your hand and gave it a little squeeze.

…with that, he gave up.

He lowered his head, letting a warm tear move across his cheek and drop onto the wooden floor. He didn't want anyone to see him so… defeated.

Just then you moved your fingers a bit, the warmth of Shanks' hand was a huge contrast compared to the coldness of your damp clothes clinging to your body.

You weakly mewled Shanks' name but he was in a complete trance; He didn't hear you the first time.

You tried calling his name one more time, trying to open your eyes ever so slightly to get a look of his face.

He quickly switched his gaze back to you. there you were breathing, alive. That was the most miraculous thing Shanks swore he had ever experienced.

He softly whispered your name, a look of relief and adoration in his eyes as he tried to help you to get in a sitting position. With the help of his left hand on your lower back and right one holding your hand, you sat up coughing.

‘I thought I lost you.’

'Me too...’ You winced in pain. The air in your lungs was filled with water and the burning feeling made it hard to breathe or speak. Shanks looked worried but he continued.

'I'm glad you're here, with me… I can't bear the thought of you not being right by my side.

I need you more than anything in my life (Y/n) and I'm done trying to hide the fact that I love you. ’

'Shanks… I-’

'Don't tire yourself out sweetheart.’

Not being able to say those three words frustrated you so you grabbed him by his collar and planted a weak kiss on his lips.

Everyone around you was happy.

Ever since that day, Shanks and you became inseparable. Luffy always saw Shanks as a father figure, so it was only normal for him to look up to you as a mother figure.

Even though it created some sort of confusion and the assigned family ties made it difficult being a pirate, all that mattered to the both of you was Luffy's happiness.

*****

Present day

'Luffy! Looks like we have a visitor.’ yelled Nami.

'What? Where?’ He got hyper excited as he always did.

‘'Calm down cap. Visitors are mostly never welcome.’ Told Zoro in his usual grumpy tone.

'Would it hurt to be positive for once, Mosshead?’ asked Sanji.

'If it means that I'll be agreeing with you then yes… Cook.’

They started snarling at each other.

'Guys, quit it!’ Nami yelled once again.

The figure started to become more recognizable. It was a beautiful woman walking with a larger crew behind her but it was quite hard to observe the others: They were further away.

'Anybody know who she is?’ asked Usopp, confusion clear in his voice.

The strawhats stared at her, then turned to their captain in unison. Luffy was awfully quiet.

‘... Who is she Luffy?’ Nami questioned.

'That's my… mother.’ He stated very calmly.

The rest of the crew was shocked for many reasons. One, how could he stay so calm and two, she's his what now?

The woman and Luffy made eye contact. She looked so relieved to see him. Her eyebrows lifted upwards, her eyes teary. The same look was now on Luffy's face.

When they were few feets apart, the woman shouted

'Luffy?’

Upon hearing her calling his name and the sound of her voice, Luffy broke into tears of joy, lifting his arms high above his head, yelling ‘Mom!’ before running to her.

They hugged, everyone was confused. Then, the bigger picture started to unfold: The strangers' jolly ranger was the one no other than Red Haired Pirates’.

‘Are my eyes deceiving me or is that…’

‘Oh my god.’

‘Shanks?’

Luffy was crying like a baby in his mother’s arms while she looked peaceful holding him. They were lost in the moment when Shanks came up and wrapped his arms around both of them.

‘We saw your wanted poster… I’m proud of you kiddo.’ said Shanks pulling away from the hug to look Luffy in his eyes: They were already swollen.

‘We’re all proud of you sweet boy.’ added the woman.

Luffy was enamored, his happiness was all over his face. His hands then went over to his head, moreso to Shanks’ hat.

‘I think this is yours..’ he said, offering it back to Shanks, looking grateful. But Shanks could see through his defeated smile that he loved his hat and didn’t want to let go.

‘Don’t think so, kid. It belongs to you.’ he said, smiling warmly.

‘Plus.. your mother here thinks it suits you more.’ he whispered, rolling his eyes at her, laughing.

‘You think so?’ asked Luffy with a golden retriever energy, smiling ear to ear.

‘I know so.’ she replied, giving him a wink and shoving Shanks’ shoulder playfully.

‘Uh.. sorry to interrupt but… Luffy?’ It was Nami.

‘Yeah?’ Luffy answered, expectant huge eyes directed in her way. He looked completely oblivious.

‘...Care to introduce us?’

‘Oh right!’

He introduced his crew one by one: They were all thrilled to meet Shanks and the others. After all, he was one of the biggest pirates.

But what mattered the most was, Luffy was over the moon: He was with the ones he loved the most. Shanks, his mother and his own crew all in one place. How could he not be?

THE END

🔥HOT DAMN🔥

So this is what I’ve been busy with for a couple a months. You’ve all seen the drawings and WIPs of Sanji, Marco, Zoro, etc. But finally it’s don! And I’m super happy that’s it’s finished and I hope you guys like it!